The most incredible gift we know of right now isn’t wrapped up in pretty paper or colorful bows. It’s not under a tree and will last far longer than any of the gifts that are.
I’ll allow Lydia to share the big news via her final first-grade journal entry of the year.

That’s right.
NJ is getting the best Christmas gift ever, the assurance that a family has said yes and that a family—his family—is already working feverishly to get papers signed and gathered into a brown paper package tied up with string so that they can go get him in China and bring him home for good.
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And, guess what? He’s going to grow up not all that far from us.
Can this Christmas be any merrier?

Angels, stars of wonder, shepherds, kings, and a virgin. (That’s awkward.) Christmas hymns are filled with images we have come to treasure in our advent traditions—and then we have that last one. A virgin. I’m going to go out on a limb and say that this season is likely the only time we invite our little children to sing about sexuality. Why is that? Why am I promoting my 6 year old belting out the words “offspring of a virgin’s womb”?