Happy Birthday, Sunshine

AKA, Mr. Personality
Posing at the piano while the jazz ensemble was on a break (at his brother's wedding.)

My "little guy" isn't so little any more.

I used to sing You Are My Sunshine to him when he was a baby and continued until he was about five.

One day when I sang it to him, his eyes filled with tears. He said, "that song makes me sad."

When I asked why, he responded, "because it says, please don't take my sunshine away."

So I didn't sing it to him anymore.

But he was (and still is) my sunshine.

Happy birthday, Sunshine.