I realized that tonight just how much I really do love this group of girls. They sang with such beautiful voices and were so truly, genuinely, sweet to the elderly that we visited. I hardly made it through a single song without getting choked up. Every song (and we sang many) I stood there watching "my" girls bring joy and happiness to total strangers. Not once did they complain about the cold. They were always kind when people wanted to hug them, even kiss one on the forehead, or invite us in to see a Creche. I was so proud of them. I mean really busting with it. At one door the women we had just sung to asked me if they were all mine. I told her they were my group of girls from church, but in my heart I thought that I would be proud to be the mother of any of these girls. And that their mother's must be so happy with the blessing that each of these sweet daughters of our Heavenly father is in their home.
We made people so happy Sunday. Tears, story telling, shaking at the door, many thank you's are what we witnessed for our efforts. (the girls were also very happy about the candy they collected along the way) But I hope my girls went home feeling the same way I did. Warm all the way through.