Lately we've been listening to Elizabeth Mitchell's CD, "You Are My Sunshine." My favorite song on the CD is the first one, "So Glad I'm Here," which makes me feel better every time I hear it. But of course it also has "You Are My Sunshine," as well as a bunch of other kids'-songs-that-aren't-really-kids'-songs, like "Here Comes My Baby," "Goin Down the Road," and "Goodnight Irene." It's the first kids' CD we've had that I really love all on its own.
This is only relevant because Katie is learning the songs, too. Although her favorite is "alphabet dub" (which consists of the alphabet song repeated, over and over - and over...and over), she really likes "So Glad I'm Here," and "Car Car."
Geoff and Katie came to pick me up at the el station today. The CD was playing.
As I came around the front of the car, I could see Katie, mouthing "Mommy!" and wearing a huge smile. I got in the car, smiled at Geoff, smiled at her, and Geoff started to drive us home.
As we drove, I reached one hand back to Katie. She grabbed my hand, leaned over it, and pressed it to her cheek while she rocked back and forth. It was a sweet, unexpected gesture, one of those moments that you never want to forget. It brought tears to my eyes.
And then two seconds later, something even better. She smiled at me. "Mommy, you are my sunshine," she said.
That, combined with the most excellent, incredibly delicious Tuscan bread soup that Geoff made for dinner (which I ate while wearing only my soft comfy Mother's Day robe), has turned this long discouraging day around. Score one more for simple pleasures.