At the end of the service we all sing "Silent Night" while the entire congregation lights the tiny tapers they're holding. Naturally, Matt wanted his own and insisted on holding it by himself. So I nervously sat there clutching his little arm that was grasping his lit candle while I held my own in my other hand. He took his task seriously, and when it was time to blow it out he did that by himself too.
I love having a house full of boys--and although it is loud, often smelly, and I repeat myself at least twice with anything I say, this is a blessed life and I am so thankful for it.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Merry Christmas Y'all
At the end of the service we all sing "Silent Night" while the entire congregation lights the tiny tapers they're holding. Naturally, Matt wanted his own and insisted on holding it by himself. So I nervously sat there clutching his little arm that was grasping his lit candle while I held my own in my other hand. He took his task seriously, and when it was time to blow it out he did that by himself too.
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