Singing Christmas Tree

Well, I am sitting here by myself because Will is still at the church taking apart what, some could argue, took months to put together. What am I talking about? I am talking about The Singing Christmas Tree? What is that you ask? Well it is a Christmas play put on by my church every year for the past 14 years.

This was the first year I was involved in a principle role. This year I was Anne, Mary's mother. Starting in September, I met with a group of other volunteer actors and prepared for the 10 performances we would eventually do in December. Through all the hard work and annoyances, we became a family. I say a family because we would bicker and moan about each other, but at the end of the day we still loved each other.

Tonight is bittersweet. We are all tired and glad that the tenth performance has concluded, yet there is a sadness that goes along with this relief. The sadness that our 'family' will no longer be together as it once was.
No matter what, I would never trade the experience of ministering to so many people and getting to know so many people for anything. The memories made these past months are priceless.