It is gray in Washington in the winter.  Perhaps winters are always gray, everywhere, but somehow my memories of winter before the great Hawaiian adventure seemed more glittery.  Probably because of the snow.  Snow is very nice and glittery, bright white.  There isn’t any snow here.  We had a couple of inches, about a week before Christmas, but it melted within a day or so and we have since moved on to cold, rainy, and dark.  Dark because the sun sets at 4:30 in the afternoon.

Luckily for me though, I have two sunshines… or maybe three if you count the actual sun (I wouldn’t bother though.  Seriously.  We NEVER see it.)

When I lifted Sophiapea out of her high chair this morning I was singing that song to her.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me happy when skies are gray.

You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you.

Please don’t take my sunshine away.

You are my Sofi, my sweet Sophia

You make me happy when skies are gray.

You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you.

Please don’t take my Sofi away.

Believe me when I say, the grin that almost splits her face when she hears her name in the song is a thousand times brighter than the song, or my not-so-wonderful singing, and probably even the actual sun.  Though again, don’t take my word for it–we haven’t seen the sun in days.

All things considered, between my sweet Sophiapea and my Superman there’s plenty of sunshine to go around.