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 much.
These are the gentle years.
These are the years, the rainbow years.
The quiet walk on tip toe 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.
The children and I had the pleasure of enjoying a professional ballet performance under a beautiful night sky last night. The performance was apart of a community program from Ballet Arizona. The girls were just awestruck. Ballerinas are just so graceful and dainty yet strong and powerful. What a lovely juxtaposition! I think even if you've never danced you could learn something of poise and posture. We just loved it. For future reference, we'll be at the amphitheater at least an hour early next year. I want to be up front! Look for this in your city.
Amir and Yasina are really, actually touching a snake!
Not just any snake, a 20 foot python! And guess what? I touched it too! AAAAAAAAAAAAA
Cute, Cute!
She was kind of scared of the fire,
But was ready to dig into that cupcake.
Yum, Yum
As a part of our family tradition, we went through Hassana's birthbox. The birthbox is simply filled with items from those first few months of life . . . newborn size diapers, clothes, hospital bracelets and hats, pacis, and a birthday dated newspaper, etc. As they get older the more amazing and sentimental these items will become.
