When we go out, Kate tells me about the people around us. She says, Do not miss the magnificent hairdo behind you. She can't come back from the restroom without a funny story, some new adventure she had in the past 3 minutes.
It only looks like this conversation is about other people. I'm learning what Kate notices, and I'm accumulating (fast.) things I love about Kate.
Here's what I knew about Kate the day we met, when she described our waiter as a beard farmer and I nearly choked: she laughs at the world without malice. Even when she has a little fun telling me who looks tragic and why, I get the sense that she loves every guy with ludicrous glasses, every girl in a necktie. At its heart it's not even criticism, it's a running catalog of things she finds remarkable.
I think I'm meaner and judgier. But I can't get enough of this crazy planet. So for Kate to people-watch with me like this, spontaneously, everywhere we go, well it's like an endless pile of presents. Here, I found this for you in the world, it's happening now, I wanted you to have it, are you with me, do you think it's as silly as I do, do you love it?
Kate! He who seeks beauty, finds it. Right? I went looking for you. And look, look what I found.
