September 17, 2011
Dear Emily,
“Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows,
Everything that's wonderful is what I feel when we're together,
Brighter than a lucky penny,
When you're near, the rain cloud disappears, dear,
And I feel so fine, just to know that you are mine.”
We have a song… you and I…you spent the night with me again last night. You slept in the “Pack and Play” next to the sofa, and I slept…well, I lay on the sofa all night listening to the sweet sounds that you make. This morning, I put you in the bouncy seat on the counter, and I sang these words to you:
“Sunshine, lollipops and rainbows,
Everything that's wonderful is what I feel when we're together,
Brighter than a lucky penny,
When you're near, the rain cloud disappears, dear,
And I feel so fine, just to know that you are mine.”
I danced and sang, and your face erupted in smiles, (yes, multiple smiles) and deep dimples. You and I agreed on the spot that this song will be our song for always. You are only twelve weeks old, but I will sing it to you every time we are together until you can sing it with me, and someday, when I can no longer sing, you can sing it to me.

Emily....

Emily....
You are sunshine.
You are lollipops.
You are rainbows.
You are wonderful.
