When the sun shines, we'll shine together

When I was little, my uncle C would always sing "You are my sunshine” to me. He’d say that I was his sunshine and in the way of an obstinate child I would say, no, no I’m not. You said I’m a p.i.t.a.! (Pain in the ass.) Uncle C would always spoil my brother and me with toys and junk food gift bags whenever we saw him. My aunt K and uncle B would spoil us as well, but with trips on sailboats, bike rides on Angel Island and hikes through the Marin foothills. I was so lucky growing up.