My little boy is growing fast. Since he learned to crawl, he is always on the move. He’s a busy little thing, quietly exploring his surroundings. When I get home, I drop my purse on the counter and I hear something coming from around the corner. My sweet boy charges and stops short of my legs, clapping and squealing. As he extends his little arms to me, I pick up my little ray of sunshine.
It is the best part of my day.
And suddenly, I have a song stuck in my head.
You are my sunshine, my only sunshine….