(the purple king belongs to us)It bloomed in our hearts what had been started with our hands for weeks, the wrapping and decorating and cookie making and errand running. Christmas started with our hands, but this night was all about our hearts and standing quietly, breath forming clouds as we watched a listened to the story.
This is me being real. In awe of Christ being born. Just totally starry-eyed, can't make sense of it, in awe.