These are the years

These are the years, the gentle years, the soft and sentimental years

when wee little fingers reach and touch and little eyes gaze with wonder and trust, when you love so tenderly and so so much,
these are the gentle years.

These are the years, the rainbow years, the quiet, walk-on-tiptoes years,

the years of laughter and smiles and sighs when both of you watch with misty eyes the tiny bed where a cherub lies,
these are the rainbow years.

These are the years, the tender years, the blissful, sweet-surrender years,

when your little treasure from above is the soul and purpose and center of your plans and dreams and dearest love,
these are the tender years.

- Barbara Burrow I'm thankful for him: And I'm thankful for him: Even/especially when he acts like this: These are the years.