You Are My Sunshine

I’ve decided I’m going to draw and paint my own nursery art. Instead of buying someone else’s online or even designing a wall decal. Both of those options are easier but more expensive. I will be able to add my own touches and make them exactly how I want. Hopefully this will work out the way I want and not backfire. I’m thinking of doing something similar to the “You Are My Sunshine” nursery art on Etsy I posted previously. It shouldn’t be too hard. It’s all a matter of time and effort. When i was at Hobby Lobby today, getting some more birthday supplies i found this really cool paint. It's Soy paint. Normally it's quite expensive but i found it for $1.00! So i grabbed white, yellow, and lavender. I can honestly say I’m excited to do this for her room. I don’t draw enough. I used to all the time before Luna was born but now I am constantly chasing her around. She’s such a busy body! Hence the reason I do most of my activities, crafts, writing, drawing, and basically anything at night. Good thing she doesn’t wake up at the crack of dawn!

There is a reason behind my choice. I have always loved this song. My mom used to sing it to me when I was younger. There were so many times when I was sad and it would cheer me right up. I think I am the one sibling of three that really enjoyed hearing my mom sing. In fact we sang together a lot. But as for this song i remember it mostly when I was much younger. I’m not sure of the reason but there is memory I remember most. We were in Park City buying a hamster for my Brother Dustin’s birthday. I was so upset I didn’t get one or have one of my own.  The only parts I remember are the who, where, and why. I was upset and crying. Then my mom started singing. At first it was one of those things moms do and you keep crying. But then you start to really listen and crying doesn't seem very important or necessary anymore.

Memories are so strange. I wonder why there are certain things that one person takes away from a memory that many people share. Each individual taking away their own selection of memories; the feeling, pictures, sounds, smells, and tastes that all go along with it. Such a strange thing to think about but I wonder why? I guess because we’re all different. Each person sees things from their own looking glass. We all think, learn, and develop in our own way. I’m definitely one to cherish each and every memory I have. But that’s a story for another day! (: