This morning was the Christmas Pageant at Weston’s preschool. Now I’ve been looking forward to this day ever since I registered the little guy for school back in August. Seriously, what is not to love about a bunch of preschoolers in costume attempting to sing and dance their way through the birth of Jesus? And because I volunteer a lot of my time at the school, Clay and I were gifted second row seats. Color this mommy and daddy happy.
Don’t worry, Weston doesn’t attend preschool with a bunch of faceless drones (although I suppose that could be cool in a post-apocolyptic way), I just blurred the faces of his classmates to protect their privacy. Weston’s class were the ladybugs. I bet you didn’t know there were ladybugs present during the miracle at the manger, did you? They wore bells on their feet and sang Ring, Ring, Ring The Bells with questionable accuracy. We.loved.every.minute!
Afterwards, Weston gifted us with a handmade ornament that now has a prime spot on our tree. We couldn’t have asked for a better Christmas present. Following the show, the three of us went out for brunch. After all, Clay and I thought the little guy deserved a hot chocolate for all of the hard work he put into the pageant. And I’m not going to lie, it was pretty much the most perfect morning.