Every Friday we unite for five minutes. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on sunshine.
As I walked you to your bus stop, the sun shone brightly on us.
We are headed into our very last few days of middle school and soon, my first will be a high schooler.
Our last four years of "just us" will now be flying by.
I promise you, love of my life, I lingered in you and in us.
I did not blink, I watched and I watched and I stayed close to you.
I breathed you in. I held us close, I protected our time.
You are my sunshine.
As I tucked you in this week, it hit me that not only are you headed to middle school, but we, as a family, are done with elementary school.
Done with a school that was a massive part of our lives, your lives.
And my little boy is headed into three years of being in the middle.
When you were little, You Are My Sunshine, it was our song.
It was the theme of your first birthday party.
It was what we sang together when you were blue.
It was how I put you to bed each night.
When it comes on, we still smile at each other.
There is a warmth and light that shines so naturally from you.
One that makes everyone around you feel lit up.
And it is that specific loving thing about you that we can't lose.
That I will continue to protect and remind you of its importance in life.
It's who you are.
You are my sunshine.
