Mike wakes up over an hour before I do. He leaves the light off and quietly moves around the room until he is ready to wake me up to say goodbye. This morning I was mildly aware of him getting dressed on the other side of the room when I felt the cold from the fan on my bare feet. I sleepily willed the comforter to cover them so I wouldn't have to wake up to do it myself. Instead I felt Mike's hands around my legs pulling and then tucking the blanket underneath my feet as if he knew what I was thinking. It's the little things. I love that man.