Edie calls my guitar my “Sunshine” and I never want to forget it.
When I get my “sunshine” out she cries until I sit her on my lap and let her play with me. And we can only sing “You are my Sunshine.”
She’s so bossy and I’m putty in her hands.
Here she is on one of her 37 renditions of our song.
I can’t help but look at her in these sweet moments and wonder what kind of woman she’s going to grow up to be. I wonder if she will spend her life behind a guitar or the windshield of a motorcycle, the screen of a computer or the wheel of a tractor…
In hard and confusing times like these, I’m so thankful that I have her to give me hope for the future. I pray I can do right by her, to help guide her toward love and acceptance and bravery when she’s worried and wondering. I hope I can always be her rock, the way good parents and good people should be to our children…
Funny, I never expected my baby to be my rock in return.
My rock and my sunshine.
Let it shine, my friends, in any good and decent way you can.
We need your light.
She’s adorable .
Blessings to parents,grandparents and peace to the world ,joy ,j.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LjQFgGeOlMA she’s my sunshine 🙂 2 ,5 years old
hope everyone has one :):).
She will turn 10 in oct ! Blessings from us !
My mother used to sing that to me, too!