Every morning, Guy wakes me up the same way. He pulls my head over onto his chest, starts stroking my hair, and says, "So do you still like being Mrs. Guy?" To which I nuzzle in closer and nod "yes" with all the nodding I can muster while still in the 30 minute process of waking up.
You see, I am what Guy calls a "grumpykins." I do not wake up well in the mornings. Since getting to wake up next to him, it is better. His daily question does have a lovely way of making me smile first thing in the morning, and smiling first thing in the morning tends to make the rest of your day easier to bear.
