Ok, so last weekend we went to the Christmas musical at church.

It was a big day.

We had to teach Sunday school in the 4-year-old class before we went to our own class. After church, we ate lunch with some friends. H, you and mom went to a baby shower that started at 2 PM. Then we all had to get back at church for the musical that started at 4. We ate dinner. And after that, it was time for bed.

Whew.

K we dropped you off in the nursery because you are still too young to make it (That is: Sit, quietly.) through the service.

But H, we took you in the sanctuary and managed to climb the stairs to the very back row just before the lights went down.

You loved it. The music, the lights, the clapping.

You loved it until about three-quarters the way through – when you fell asleep, laid out, across both mom’s lap and mine.

It was so sweet.

And H, your school Christmas musical is tonight.

We got a babysitter for K, because we will be back so late. I don’t think it starts until about 7.

Don’t worry K.

You will be a little bit older soon and ready to rumble everywhere we go. I can’t wait.

I love you.

-Dad

I am so incredibly thankful for something that happened over this last Thanksgivingving weekend.

This might sound melodramatic, but I am serious.

It shook me about the possibility of it all.

I am thankful that K didn’t die.

See we were in Kerrville and everyone was downstairs in the kitchen with Grandma and Grandpa.

It was so inconsequential, I don’t even remember what we were doing – but mom and I turned around for maybe sixty seconds while, H and K, you both played between the kitchen table and downstairs bathroom.

We let our attention wander with the simple directive of:

“H, watch K for a second.”

A minute later, I hear only silence and run around the corner to check on you two.

You were both gone and I went farther around the corner to investigate.

We found you both halfway up the staircase to the second floor.

K, you are still learning to walk, but you managed to army-crawl halfway up the stairs!

And H thought she was being such a good sister staying just ahead of you and cheering you on!

I mean, hardwood stairs, a tile floor at the bottom, and an unsteady one-year-old nearly 7 feet up off the ground…

I nearly freaked by the time I rescued the situation.

In a ridiculous act of parenting, I asked H:

“I thought you were watching her?”

H responded:

“I was. She was doing awesome!”

I love you.

-Dad