At bedtime each night Warren gets a book of his choice to read, followed by scripture reading. Instead of scriptures tonight, we read a new book that I bought him today. It was entitled If Jesus Came To Visit Me. I was totally fightin' back the tears.
Here is how it goes:
If Jesus came to visit me,
I know just what I'd do.
I'd wrap my arms around him tight
And say, "I'm glad its you!"
I'd ask him, "Are you thirsty?
Would you like a snack to eat?"
I'd take his sandals, then I'd get
Some slippers for his feet.
I'd make some jelly sandwiches,
Cut apple chunks and cheese.
We'd sit down at my table,
I'd say "May I serve you, please?"
I'd fill my little teapot and
Then pour two cups of tea (herbal of course).
I'd thank God for the food we have
And he'd say "thanks" to me!
I'd ask how things in heaven were
And see if he would tell
If Grandpa's found some friends up there,
And if he's doing well.
I'd ask if we might take a walk
On such a gorgeous day.
We'd search for figures in the clouds.
I'd show him where I play.
He'd push me on a swing so high.
I'd push him in return.
I'd say I had more things to ask
And so much more to learn.
I'd say "I have some questions that
I'd like to ask you now.
Like, why's the sky so blue, not green,
And how do cats meow?
"So, why don't do sweet peas taste so sweet?
Will you please answer that?
And tell me, will my parents ever
Let me have a Cat?
"Now, why do sharks have such big teeth
When smaller ones would do?
And why spiders have eight legs,
But people have just two?
Why can't I see banana seeds?
They never seem to show.
Why does my brother fuss so much?
All this I'd like to know?
"And why did God make ostriches
With wings that cannot fly? (choking up)
When you were up on the cross, (fighting back the tears hard)
I wonder, did you cry?
"Why is it that I get so scared
When I'm in bed alone?
And was it fun to heal the sick
But hard to move that stone?"
We'd slowly walk back to the house
And he would hold my hand.
He'd answer all my questions so
That I might understand.
I'd want to give him something so
That he'd remember me.
He's given me so much so far,
And all of it's been free.
How about my bike or scooter or
My little horse or cart?
He couldn't take those with him, so...
I know! (Silently, I begin to cry)
I'll give my heart!
Warren looks at me at sees me crying and throws his arms around my neck, squeezes me tight and says "He cannot take his heart out of his belly, mom. That would be silly!"
And that is one of the "mom", moments that makes it all worth it! Love that boy.


Each year families can dress up and have your picture taken in the Manger. In years previous, Weston has refused but this year momma made sure it happened since we had our very own baby Jesus. I am not sure where Joseph was when we took the picture. Weston wanted to be a King (go figure) and so little W followed suit.
A "King" and an "Angel". Warren with his friend Charlotte. Is that the proudest King you ever did see?
Warren's masterpiece....ok ok...so mom helped....a tinsy bit.
Another Christmas tradition is visiting the most impressive outdoor Christmas train display EVER. This family is amazing. Their entire yard is filled with trains of all sizes and decorations galore. The guy takes two weeks off work before Thanksgiving setting it all up and then sits outside from 6-9 pm with his family every night running the trains and giving kids rides, etc. For Warren this equals pure joy, being the train junkie that he is.
Warren and his friend Ashira overlooking the beauty.
