I am not a morning person. (Although, to be perfectly honest, I don't do well in the evenings, either.) When I wake up, I'm not what you would consider a dame who gets enough beauty sleep. I try not to look in the mirror, but the best I can tell, my hair is disasterous, my eyes are squinty, and I find it difficult to speak for the first few minutes. To the point that I was once told by my mama - and I quote, "My dear, nobody is ever going to fall in love with you in the morning."
I am thankful that Rod did fall in love with me. But I'm pretty sure my mom was right and it wasn't in the morning. He is being wisely silent on that one. So it should have come as no surprise the other morning when I came out of the bedroom - at a rather early hour - and stood in the doorway, watching my dear husband and G interacting.
G noticed me. "Mummy's up!" And then, "Mummy, are you making a funny face?"
Nope. *Sigh.*
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