Church

Benjamin has never been to church with us before. Well, let me clarify, he's never been to service with us before and has actually never stepped foot in the sanctuary. It shouldn't be a surprise to anyone reading this that he isn't exactly one of those children who could just sit there and color for an hour. We have been fortunate enough to have had a babysitter every Sunday since we've been back in VA, so we've never had the need to take him with us. And to be honest, I've never much had the desire until recently because I enjoy going to church and getting paged every ten minutes just isn't conducive to hearing the message- and let's face it, up until about age three or four, it's just childcare. There are tons of children there and half of them are crying and I really don't think they learn much except how to catch a germ. (Now for those of you reading this who are now offended, I apologize. :) He goes to a Christian preschool and he loves it, and he learns a LOT because it is organized, scheduled, and generally just awesome.)

But today, he went with me...

The children's choir performed their Christmas musical today and it was soooo sweet. I actually didn't realize it was happening this morning since we have been out so much with colds and travel. I went to the first service while Warren stayed home with sick Baby E and Bp, and I was so impressed that I left a little bit early and drove home to get Benjamin to bring him back to the second service. He was so excited to go with me to hear the children sing. He clapped after every song and said, "good job, boys and girls". He made it ever so patiently up until about 5 minutes before the ending. It was just such a happy moment for me to be able to bring him in the sanctuary to witness all the other children praising God through their voices.