I'm not loving my last haircut. I've got this one crazy piece of hair that is too short to tuck behind my ear so it ends up in my face all the time.
I was driving to work this morning & as I brushed that piece of hair out of my face it reminded me of the dozens of times Will has done the same thing in the last couple weeks. Whenever he sits next to me or close to me (which is all the time) he always reaches up and brushes that piece of hair out of my face. It's the sweetest thing. Tonight I asked him why he was doing it and he said, "Because I like you."