Tomorrow my little tiny baby, born the same year my first school Nativity-aged child performed as a shepherd, will be appearing on stage as an angel.
She's five already! Where does the time go?
I've been especially broody this last couple of weeks-not necessarily to hold an infant in my arms again, but to watch giggling, mischievous toddler-aged boys in action. (I'm the gray-haired lady in the BX watching your children act up, with a smile ladies).
But I digress.
Christmas is really important to our family. We make a big deal about telling and retelling the story of the birth of Christ. Tonight at the dinner table Miss Ky's brothers asked her about her play.
Them: "What's it about Miss Ky?"
Her: "It's about Jesus" (I'm appreciating that she didn't finish the sentence with "Duh" even though her tone inferred it)
Them: "What does Jesus do?"
Her: "He goes to sleep".
Not exactly the same way I remember the story, but maybe tomorrow it will be a little clearer...