Baby Jesus

My son is in love with the baby Jesus.  

Since becoming a big brother 16 months ago, he has loved babies.  He loves to hold and hug his sister.  He loves making her laugh and shows her his toy cars.  He's also come to love other babies.  Whenever he sees one in a store or on a walk, he'll say, "Look Mom, a BABY!" with a huge grin on his face.  

I'm pretty sure his preschool has been talking and reading about the first Christmas story recently.  The other day, we were reading a book about it and he pointed to Jesus, and said with the same huge grin, "Look Mom, the BABY Jesus!"  On another occasion, he was looking at the book and put his hand on the manger and kissed the head of baby Jesus.  Beautiful. 

I look to my son's example and think about his precious, innocent view of the Savior's birth.  It reminds me that the God of the universe did in fact come to earth as a tiny baby.  One we could hold in our arms.  One who would cry at night and need a diaper change.  He became a tiny human so that we could find grace and love.  

Let us look to the King with wonder and awe as He comes to us as a babe.