She is My Sunshine

Isis has a new word and it is called "happy." She loves to say this word and knows how to use it. She says it when she sees a smiling face, says it when she feels it, and says it when she hears it.

Isis also loves music, although she isn't a strong candidate for making music. I have given her instruments to play with and she is usually interested only for a short time. I once gave her a pair of rhythm sticks and she banged them together a few times and then launched them directly at my head. She would prefer to hear, but most importantly feel, the music. She loves to cuddle into my shoulder and feel the rhythms of my own dancing. So we put in a cd and gently float around the room and this is how she experiences music.

A few weeks ago we were listening to "You Are My Sunshine." As I danced I sang the words to her...you make me happy when skies are gray." On my shoulder, just barely above the music, I heard a tiny whisper..."happy." And then again and several more whispers..."happy, happy, happy, happy." I answered back, "Happy?" And from this tiny girl came an expected giggle. And then from me, a laugh. Then another from her until we were one continuous, contagious laugh. She makes me happy when skies are gray, and even when they aren't.