last night at the
closing of the Savior of the World play, Hawke began to cry.
not tantrum toddler
like, but genuine mourning tears. “i want to see baby Jesus” he started
repeating in a soft voice.
with
the closing of the play, he was certain he had missed out on one of the most
special moments he might ever have.
we
walked around to find Jesus’ mom, Mary.
spending
just a moment with Hawke, she replied, “i can tell this is really important to
you. can you wait here?” she left the mass of people standing to meet her, and
returned with baby Jesus in arm so the young boy in front of her, who longed
for this sacred opportunity, didn’t miss it.
Xx,
M
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