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Curiosity Killed the Kat

I'm married to the most curious man.  If you've spent time with him, I  know you've noticed him falling behind a group walking, or disappearing completely because he's gotten distracted by some object that other people wouldn't even give two seconds to examine.  I'm sure he was born like this...curious.


The look in his eyes alone tell me he's up to something...


Most days, this just kills (or bugs) me because I run at a hundred miles an hour and have little to no time to stop and "smell the roses", as they say.  If you're not right in front of me or flagging me down (person or object), I won't see you and even if I do see you, you'll catch my attention for just one second and quickly get run over.  (WATCH OUT!)

Wyatt and I are the complete opposite and I definitely welcome this difference to balance out our relationship. I realize that Wyatt is probably the most easy going guy I've ever met and notice that when he gets distracted by the small things, it's because he appreciates it's value.  For example, on our way back home from a weekend vacation with my family, we stopped at Battery Ridge on the Golden Gate Bridge to take some pictures.  We climbed to the top to take pictures and on our way down, lost sight of Wyatt.  Just like that!  In one quick second, he disappeared.  I yelled to my family who were walking ahead of me, "Hey, did anyone see Wyatt?  We lost him again."  My sister quickly responded with, "It's fine, he'll show up sometime."  They know him too well.  A few minutes later, I heard the sound of feet running down the hill. TA-DA!  Wyatt reappeared and didn't waste a moment before he began telling me all the historical facts about Battery Ridge, what it was for and how old the buildings were.  He couldn't help, but disappear, so he could take in all that history.

In the four years we've been together, I've grown accustomed to playing the "Hey, where's Wyatt?" game.  Even a trip to the mall can become like a scavenger hunt for a missing husband.  I know not to fear Wyatt not being in sight because he usually ends up reappearing, never empty-handed, but with a mind full of facts to share. :)  He cannot help that he's so curious, but this must be what makes him so intelligent.  Even though most times Wyatt's curiosity seems like it's killing me, I've accepted and even learned to love this about him too.

God Bless,
Kat

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