You are not crabby in the morning, Elaine.
You are sweet and quiet and helpful.
Some mornings you are goofy and crack me up.
Some mornings you are industrious and make your own lunch, pretty well I might add.
Some mornings, you snuggle in with me on the couch while we wake up.
Some mornings, you spend the whole time looking for the right outfit.
It is a rare morning that I find you crabby.