love is....

finding the unexpected...

My children love baby Jesus. I think it is mostly because of their new sister and they are associating everything with her. Baby Jesus kicking inside Mary. Baby Jesus crying when he's gassy. Mary breastfeeding Baby Jesus. It has made him so...human this Christmas.
Dearie and I make lots of Talladega Nights jokes,

Ricky Bobby: "Dear 6 pound 8 ounce Baby Jesus, new born not even spoken a word, yet."
Carley Bobby: Hey, um... you know sweetie, Jesus did grow up. You don't always have to call him baby. It's a bit odd and off puttin' to pray to a baby.
Ricky Bobby: Well look, I like the Christmas Jesus best.

don't we all?

well, my kids have each been given a nativity at their baptisms by my mom. They like to play with them and act out the nativity. But the last few days Baby Jesus has been showing up in some unexpected places. I'm not sure who is responsible, but my money is on Porkchop. Every time, I've just had to giggle. It started with the detergent dispenser in the dishwasher and ended up right where one would want 6 pound 8 ounce Baby Jesus...

















Happy Love Thursday