The Precious Moments

The Precious Moments In a sprint, there goes my son, As fast as his little legs can run. Barely as tall as a blade of grass, I chase him upstairs to get a bath. After washing the hair on his head, I start to ready him to go off to bed. Brush his teeth and dress him right, Tuck him in the covers tight. Read him a story about a bear, Snuggled in close, to show I care. Turn off the light and whisper a song, He’ll be off to sleep before too long. This little boy in all his glory, Begs me to read another story. Of course I do, then I tell him goodnight, These precious moments feel oh so right.