Student of Me

This morning, I did not feel very well when I woke up. Even so, I went about the morning routine as usual, right up to gently waking Rafa up when the clock hit 7 a.m.

But before he even fully opened his eyes, he asked, "What's wrong?" I said, "Nothing!" I didn't feel a need to let him know about my sore throat or achy joints as the first thing he would hear today.

He opened his eyes the rest of the way and said, "No really, what's wrong?" And again, I said, "Nothing! It's time to get up."

We went through the rest of our morning routine and I told him about my aches and pains. Our conversation then went something like this.
He said, "I knew something was wrong."
I asked, "How did you know?"
He said, "I knew because I know you."
I asked, "How can you know? I did everything the same this morning!"
He said, "I know you and there are ways I can tell."
I asked, "Tell me just one of the ways." (I only asked for one because I didn't know if I could handle more!)
He said, "The speed of your voice changes when you aren't feeling well. I knew something was wrong because you were talking slower this morning."

I feel so blessed to have a man who loves me so much that he studies me, knows me better than I know myself, cares about me more than I deserve.