You Are My Sunshine

Dane is growing up too fast. The old cliché' is true, time does fly. I have loved being at home these last few weeks with my little man. We leave tomorrow for a week at the beach. Lately, Dane is really getting into a silly boy phase. He laughs at himself constantly (he must be related to his father??) When he is playing he will say, "Mommy, sit down!" and pat the ground next to him as if to clear way for me to come play. Another recent short sentence is "Ove You." This is Dane's version of "Love You!" Life before Dane remains a far distant memory lost in another land and time. I have taken a few pictures recently where I have looked and glimpsed into the future. In a few shots, it is like I can see what Dane will look like when he's 10. That time will be here before I know it. Words cannot describe a mother's love for her child. My own mind had a hard time comprehending the many bonds that Dane and I share. Webster's defines a blessing: a favor or gift bestowed by God, thereby bringing happiness.

You are my sunshine
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away