..and stay by my cradle...

Tomorrow is the Sunday before Christmas! I've been looking forward to that almost as much I have been Christmas Day itself.

Greg and I will be doing our piano/trumpet duet - Silent Night.

Dale will be singing Away in a Manger again, and also singing with the other kids.

My sister and one set of grandparents are going to be there. Yay!

We got home tonight and I sat down at the piano to play through everything for tomorrow. Dale was putting on his PJ's, but Alan was right nearby.

As I started playing Away in a Manger, Alan grabbed the nearest piece of paper he saw for his 'music' and started singing along with me.

Jibberish for some of it, but often singing the correct word at the end of a line. To hear him sing the words "Jesus", "sky", "lay", "wakes" and others was unbelievably sweet.

My heart melted. Like a big old mushy warm marshmallow, all oozing everywhere.

My baby. Singing a song.

A beautiful Christmas lullaby.

It made me feel so so glad all over again that he is here with us. That he is healthy and happy and we are over the big hurdle of transplant.

Not much later I picked him up to hug him and love on him, and tell him how much I loved his singing.

The stinker bit me! (Something I've hardly ever seen him do!)

Love fest over.

But I don't want to ever forget the beautiful baby face and his precious, sweet baby voice singing that song. Before kids I never knew I could love someone so much.

"But Mary kept all these things, and pondered them in her heart." Luke 2:19