Our kids played “Away in a Manger” at church tonight. The nine-year old played the piano, accompanying the five-year old on the violin. Boy, was I proud. I cried. My husband thought it was cute that I sat there dabbing at my eyes.
I tell you, seeing those kids up there playing together is one of those moments in life that make the other kind not matter.
That’s all I have to say tonight. Good night!
Oh, and thanks, God, for giving me my husband and our girls. Amen.