the weary world rejoices.

Tonight we braved the elements to celebrate Christmas Eve Eve with our church family. These are the people that we choose raise our children with. My closest friends. The people that I call when I'm at the end of my rope.

I watched little girls in velvet dresses sing. I cracked up while Caleb sat up on his daddy's shoulders, plugging his ears while pipers played. I watched my Clairegirl eye a long table full of treats.

We were all up past our bedtimes. The kids ran wild. One child in the ergo, and one in my arms. Still we sang. "A thrill of hope. A weary world rejoices." Perfect words for exhausted mommies and daddies. Perfect.