Over the weekend we stood outside in the frigid Maine air and raised our voices with countless others to celebrate the coming of Christ
We lit candles and and gazed at the magic of staying up past bedtime to be in the midst of something greater than us
Hope and peace and kindness rested in the space between strangers
The sweetness of each moment was palpable, bringing tears and smiles as my babies held their own candles and looked with wonder at the flame
We sang and swayed and basked in tradition and familiar tunes
Candlelit faces and rosy cheeks... holy experiences for the entire family...
