I laughed when I saw it.
“You ranked car seats?”
“I weighted the categories.”
“That’s worse.”
“It’s more accurate.”
That was Nolan.
He planned.
He checked.
He anticipated.
He had packed my hospital bag so early that I eventually unpacked it just to make sure he had not forgotten something.
He had not.
He had included things I had forgotten existed.
Hair ties.
Lip balm.
An extra-long phone charger.
Snacks.
A folder with insurance documents.
