Ken pulled out the video camera on Christmas Eve while the kids spread reindeer food in the front yard. Enjoy!

This past week Ken and I got to experience another one of those rite of passages every parent has to endure.  And as much as we liked to complain about it, we were both there with cameras in hand documenting the occasion-Edie’s first Christmas pageant. 

She had been talking about it for two weeks leading up to it and would practice the songs daily.  I would help her with the one I knew (Jingle Bells), but she was on her own with the one I didn’t.  She would start out strong and end by shrugging her shoulders and saying, “I don’t know the rest.” 

When the big day finally arrived, she walked down the aisle with her classmates and took her place on the stage.  She quickly found us in the crowd of faces, waving and smiling, and she was ready for her debut.  There is no denying it.  The kid loves the stage.   In fact, on our way home from school that day, she started crying when I told her that she would have to wait another year before she got to do it again. 

I know it probably sounds silly to say, and I am sure the pregnancy hormones had a lot to do with it, but as I sat and watched her with my video camera in the air, I teared up at the sweetness of that moment.  I don’t even know why really, but it was just surreal to me.  This sweet little girl is mine, and  I get to be her mommy.  I know all the other parents were watching their kids and puffing up just the same as me…I mean, maybe that’s why they go to the trouble of putting on these ridiculous shows, but I walked out of that sancuary that day proud of MY girl.