The other night at our life group dinner, we were swapping stories of church Christmas programs past. Every year we hope that there are at least a couple of nose pickers, wavers, belly-showers, and neighbor-pokers, even if they are our own. Beyond the sheer cuteness, though, it always is something special to hear the stories of our faith told by the kids we love.
This year, after years of stage fright and/or voluntary non-participation, Ian actually volunteered for a speaking part. He did amazing, and I may have cried a little bit (or a lot).
DPP pics from past years (2006-11 lost to the ether), 2012, 2013, 2014, 2015, 2016