Feliz Navidad!

Okay, so maybe I don't speak a word of Spanish (aside from being able to count to 10 and a few other words) but I really like the translation of Feliz Navidad:  Happy Nativity!  Going with this theme I have a great nativity story.  We put up our manger every Christmas season.  This year Josiah was very aware of this "house" with all these different "people" in it.  He knew that Christmas was a birthday celebration for Jesus, "Happy Birthday Jesus" he would say.  He was very interested in the baby in this whole set-up.  One day when we were getting ready to leave somewhere Josiah said he wanted to kiss the baby Jesus.  Huh?  Nate told me that he had taught Josiah (who knows where I was....Christmas shopping maybe?) to kiss baby Jesus when we were going "bye bye" or when he was naughty. 

Josiah became very comfortable with baby Jesus and one day as he and his cousin, Emery, were playing I noticed that baby Jesus was missing from our manger.  Hmmm.  I went back to Josiah's room where the boys were and there he was, laying in the middle of the room with a MISSING left arm!  I don't know if anyone has tried to get an answer from a barely two year old on where the Lord God Almighty's arm went, but I was left with no clue.  The search was on!  I found the tiny arm of Jesus in the bottom of a basket inside of a drawer.  With the help of some super glue the baby Jesus was almost as good as new.

I suppose I could have gotten upset, however I wasn't at all.  This baby Jesus will have a story for many years to come.  I'm happy that "my" baby can see that Jesus is not "untouchable" and some idol that can only be looked at....this baby Jesus became personal to him.  I pray that this perception of God will never change.

 

 Muah!

 

Found!