on little people's nativity scene.

 

This morning before church, I sat Amelia down in front of her new nativity scene. While she chewed on baby Jesus, I told her the real reason we celebrate Christmas, of Christ whose birth angels sing. She loved it. She loved it so much that we made it through the first two hours of church without heading to the mother's room. It was glorious. And that, my friends, is the secret of going to church with a baby, husbandless.