NOEL

Last night was my church's Christmas cantata.
The theme was NOEL, Night of Everlasting Love.
Boots and I arrived about a minute late but that's ok, we didn't miss much of the director's speech.
The sanctuary was darkly lit with bright spot lights shining on the 37 members of the adult choir.
They all wore crisp, white, longsleeved shirts.
The men wore red bow ties and the ladies wore red scarves draped around their necks.
Even the preacher wore a red bow tie.
The colors were dramatic and fit the music and the season.
The narrator had the perfect speaking voice for telling parts of the Christmas story.
The "Hallelujah" chorus was so LOUD! --just like it ought to be.
Boots was so handsome in his khaki pants and red button-down shirt.
I wanted to climb in his lap and wrap my arms around his neck but I was afraid that was a little to hoochy inappropriate for church.
My favorite song they sang was "Holy Night"; it gave me chills.
And then, the youth minister's beautiful wife sat down in front of us with her little two month old baby and the show was over as far as I was concerned.
He stared at me with his dark alien eyes and had the cutest piggy nose and fat, starfish hands.
He never cried or fussed even though the music was loud and the clapping was even louder.
It wasn't quite the ovary-jumping moment that I hear so many thirty-somethings-getting-too-close-to-the-end people talking about but I couldn't concentrate on the songs after that.
Babies.
I want one but I can wait.
In the meantime, I've got bigger fish to fry.
Or catch.