Christmas Eve church service.
Both kids have been wonderful.
5 minutes left.
Willa's getting restless and starts talking louder and louder about the music, about the candles, about her tights...
I whisper that she needs to be quiet for just a little longer.
The minister announces a time for quiet prayer.
Willa talks louder.
I again ask her to be quiet.
She yells, "Mama, you're driving me CRA-ZY!"
Surrounding old ladies chuckle.
Minutes after this, the choir is singing "Silent Night."
Jim is holding Henry.
I turn to smile at him and notice he's wiping his eyes.
I leave church feeling very, very blessed.