And I have to say, it was pretty emotional for me. When your 8 months pregnant, you cry at just about anything (this has been true of my pregnancies anyway). I cry pretty much on a regular basis now. I cried one night when Scott was reading to Hannah because I thought it was such a sweet moment, I cry pretty much every Sunday in church, I started crying the other day when I was making our holiday grocery list, and I cried today when I saw a lost dog sign because I started thinking about Blue and Sarah. So the scene of Joseph leading Mary on a donkey to bring our Savior into the world sent me over the edge. I was trying to hold back a river of tears because there were so many people around. I didn't want them to think I was going into labor.
But I couldn't help but think of how Mary felt. I mean I only walked a mile and by the end I wanted to push the fake Mary off the donkey and ride it myself. I was uncomfortable and tired. I kept thinking if I do go into labor right now (for some reason) I could go to a clean hospital with wonderful physicians to have my baby. Mary was walking toward uncertainty...toward a dirty stable and barnyard animals. Yet she trusted God. She trusted His plan and brought Jesus into the world. What a wonderful way to usher in the Christmas season! Remembering the baby. Remembering Him. Our perfect Savior with the perfect plan.
Here are some pictures from that night:
Hannah kept wanting to eat the candle at the church.
Mary and Joseph. We kept telling Hannah that a donkey says "he-haw," but she insisted that it sounded something like "brrrrr" and proceeded to make that noise the WHOLE mile.
The wise men came to worship the Baby King! (This was a really cool to watch).
They also had a petting zoo set up nearby, so after the story was told, we let Hannah go see all the other animals.
We had such a great time and I hope to make this one of our annual Christmas traditions.