I see her rise three times a day, actually.
First, as the familiar one to us all, breaking over the horizon, spilling herself through our curtains. I pull myself out of bed.
Second, she curls her sleepy sunbeams around my neck, for a good morning hug and I lift her from the crib.
Then my sun girl lays quietly in a cloud of afternoon dreams.
And, when the day is waning, and the shadows lengthening, she rises once more beaming and bursting with light.