I am not altogether a flattering photo in the morning.
Any morning.
My oh-so-sexy mouth guard, which lovingly protects my teeth from shearing impact while I sleep, only contributes to my overall frightening appearance.
Unlike my nephew who awakens with a gorgeous wide smile, I wake up a monster. An angry monster. You don't want to be the person to waken me, because no matter how sincere and kind your morning greeting is, I will growl. My beautiful, kind mother always awakened me with a sweet: "good morning, honey! It's a beautiful day." I would respond, in turn, by burying my head in the pillow, growling angrily, and muttering something unpleasant under my breath. My mother says I have always been this way. Even as a baby she stated: "I would walk into the room and you would give me the scariest angriest look I have ever seen on a person."
So it is somewhat a surprise that Nick enjoys waking me up every morning to say good morning, and then goodbye a few minutes later. Nick is a brave man. He faces my angry, unflattering morning-self every day to say good morning.
This morning I got up with him to procure a glass of water. As I was shuffling back to the bedroom to fall unconscious once more, Nick stops me. He holds out his arms, pulls me in for a hug, and tells me "I love you Dara." What?! Listen, it is ridiculous-o'clock. My brain is hardly functioning and you blast me with an early-morning I love you? I mumble something about it being too early to be saying "I loving you." Nick just smiles at my grumpy, mouth-guard wearing, hair flying in all directions, face and says "I love you."
After I waken a few hours later, have time to clear the night fog, and lose the grumps, I remember this morning's conversation. Oh goodness. I call Nick at work to tell him I love him.
Despite the Grumpy monster he is daily faced with, he says boldy, "I know. I love you too."
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