so a rather anticlimactic seafair sunday for us. watching the blue angels on tv is just not the same. then again after last year, being right on the water's edge, it's hard to follow up. i woke up this morning with the intention of taking layla and micah to church with me, leaving dave home with shane - who is better, but having an enforced day of rest. i managed to get up, shower and get dressed before i crawled back into bed and told dave i didn't want to go. so he got up and took them. it seems i've been struck down with a stupid cold. it's august! why are we sick?
christmas eve is probably my favorite church service of the year. our sanctuary is gorgeous with the trees and the poinsettias, with ALL 4 advent candles lit AND the christ candle in the middle… it probably helps that this is the church I grew up in and I remember waiting for all that stuff as the season progressed, and how exciting it always was when it FINALLY got there. And then there is the music. growing up as the kid of the organist, who did christmas eve “right”, I have high standards. we MUST start with “oh come, all ye faithful”, and we MUST end with “joy to the world”. the church is always packed, so the organ is played at full blast, with all the extra bells and whistles. it is unbelievably awesome. deanna, our new organist, does not disappoint. the music is always wonderful. near the end (right before ‘joy to the world’), we always turn the lights down and sing “silent night” by candlelight. I don’t know what it is, but I have NEVER made it through that without tearing up. ...
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