You Are My Sunshine...

...my only sunshine. I sing this every night to Harlyn after books while she is settling down for sleep. The past few nights she has tried to sing along with me. I always change the words and put her name in where ever I can.

Tonight - while we sang - she looked at my with those big blue eyes and tried so hard to match her words to mine - it was so sweet and literally made my heart melt. I didn't think I could love her more or think she was cuter until she started replacing the words with my name.

"You are my mommy, my only mommy. You make me happy when skies are grey. You'll never know mommy how much I love you. Please don't take my mommy away."

What is sweeter or more positive than that?

I am truly blessed by my little angel.

Until tomorrow...

Positively,

Kim

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