32 years ago I started singing "You Are My Sunshine" to my baby girl. Whenever she would fuss, I would sing. And miraculously she would stop...most likely from disbelief of such a horrific sound coming from her "pops". As an infant, as a toddler, as an adolscent, as a teenager, as a high school senior, as a college student and grad, as a long-distance caller, and still to this day, I sing her that song! Happy Birthday Sweets! "...you make me happy when skies are gray". (this morning's sunrise pushing away the clouds BTW)