It was one of those holy, transcendent moments. When a ladybug crawls on your hand, you hold still and appreciate the ruby-round perfection. Likewise, when three-year-old boys and girls sing, you hold your breath and soak it all in. Because all too soon, it flies away.
He wore his costume
He sang the songs and did the hand motions.
(Baby Jesus was born on the 23rd, and her name is Ashton.)
He saw Mommy.
He posed for his adoring public.
He made us proud.
He did the pageant on his terms, and at the exact right time.