On Christmas Eve, Kyle and I dressed Brooklyn in her Christmas finery and drove across town to attend the 4:00 Christmas Eve service held by our church, Fellowship Bible Church. The place was packed by parents and their children, and we treasured the opportunity to praise the Lord and worship the birth of our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Somehow, the sounds of children being not perfectly behaved made the whole experience more perfect. I can imagine that the sounds of a stable where Mary gave birth to baby Jesus were far from serene. The lowing of cattle has the same kind of cadence as kids scuffling shoes and whispering loudly to their parents. Jesus was probably comforted by those sounds as an infant, and so I draw comfort from the sounds of those little gifts in my own moments.