She lights up the moon.

Lately I've found myself doing a bit of writing. This came to me while Emma Lou fell asleep nursing, her sweet cheeks flushed and lashes on her cheeks. She is so precious to me. I tend to call both of my girls "Sunshine" because they are such little lights.

"My Sun"

There is a little girl
With a tiny blond curl
With her sweet little grin
She lights up the moon.

This girl gives love
The kind I dream of;
With her innocent hugs
She lights up the moon.

This girl likes to muse
And discern what is truth,
When she trusts in me
She lights up the moon.

Who needs the sun?
I already have one,
A little baby girl
Who lights up the moon.