"A gray head is a crown of glory"
Proverbs 16:31
There is something about a group of older folks - some in wheelchairs, some with breathing tubes, some getting around just fine - that tends to make even the most harried of us slow down and take a minute to just be. Even Toddzilla - along for the annual caroling event at a nursing home - was just as calm as a well-trained choir boy.
The room was extremely hot, and I was holding Crockett so Toddzilla could sit in the stroller. At one point he looked up at me with those big browns and said, "Mom, do you need this for the baby?" Heart melting on the spot.
Bobo played "Hark the Herald Angels Sing" on the piano, which was good practice for her upcoming recital. All told, it was a great way to spread some cheer on an otherwise long and busy day. Did I mention we're trying to sell our house? At Christmas? In below zero weather?
I can feel my crown of glory getting grayer by the minute.
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