It’s Granny again. And this time I can call you he. That’s so much nicer than he/she or it. Or ‘lil bit. Or darling cutiepatootie.
I loved seeing you wave at me the other day and I can tell you were looking at me. Don’t lie to make your mommy feel better. It can be our little secret.
Your mom is working hard on your room. As soon as your aunt evacuates, we are both on it. A coat of paint, a new crib, a chair so your mom can rock you all night long. And so I can sit and stare at you while you sleep. I’ll try to keep the AWWWW’s to a minimum. I just want to make sure you keep on breathing like a boss.
Here’s a little song for you. I’m going to start singing it a lot so be prepared.
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
My granny sang that to me.
Next time I’ll tell you about her.