This morning we enjoyed our annual 'Living Nativity' at school.
It's the event on our school calendar that I most adore and look forward to.
Each year, on the final day of school for our students, some staff recreate the nativity scene.
As the children and their families arrive and the sun is rising over the school, we form a tableau of the stable where Jesus was born - complete with a real live baby from our community, straw bales and disobedient farm animals.
The Christmas story is read from the bible and a beautiful hymn played.
Then we change positions and the whole thing is repeated over and over.
Four years ago, after a year of depressing diagnoses and fertility treatment, I played the role of Mary in our Living Nativity.
Within days our very own Christmas miracle occurred and one big belly later we welcomed Magoo into our family.
A few hours into my first (of many) sleepless night after seeing those two glorious blue lines and not quite believing it, I woke Hubby up with a start.
"Honey. Honey. I was Mary. I was Mary.
Holy mother of God. I. Was. Mary."
Be it a beautiful coincidence or divine intervention - I'm thankful. Every day.
The following year I played the part of Mary again
- this time with my very own boy child in my arms.
I don't think Mary was supposed to let the tears roll the entire way through the morning, but I figure that was my interpretation of Mary's joy in God's handiwork.
Today was beautiful.
I'm definitely no angel, but I was this morning.
I'm grateful for the tradition of the Living Nativity that moves me (and many others) every year and the tears that remind me that some miracles do happen.
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