Good morning

When Bruce wakes up, he always comes in our room and climbs in bed. He is a bright ray of sunshine in my cloudy morning state. This morning Bruce came in and said something like, "I am going to give you a smile" and then smiled this big, huge, forced smile. I tried to get him to recreate that face for a photo later, with limited success.
Bruce wanted to take a picture of me. Here it is. Me on the couch.