I need to confess that I had a Christmas meltdown last night during the little boys' Christmas concert.
It wasn't because every picture I took included this gentleman's bald head.
It wasn't tears brought on by Mr. Clark's charming rendition of "Legacy of Love," although it was beautiful.
I cried in the pew because I wished that my children had grandparents there to watch them like the other kids. The church was filled with big families with aunts and uncles and cousins.
And me and another boy.
J still smiled at us and waved from the stage. It was a precious moment.
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