First pregnancy, six months in and struggling to learn everything about pregnancy, labor and delivery and caring for a new baby, at the same time working a demanding job and trying to finish graduate school, I came home from work, tired to the core. I was hurrying to relax just a moment before heading out again to our prenatal class, and was humming part of Handel’s Messiah. My husband noticed my humming and put the CD in the player. We reclined on the soon-to-be-replaced, non-child-friendly lamb’s wool rug on the floor of the TV room together letting the music wash over us and all our pre-first-parent excitement and anxiety. “For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given. And the government shall be upon his shoulders and his name shall be called WONDERFUL!” Both of us were on the edge of tears. My husband turned to me and choked, “It really does capture the awe doesn’t it?” We acknowledged together that the Hallelujah Chorus was the required resolution, and were overcome with joyous emotion as we donned our coats for class. This time of year celebrates the arrival of the Divine to this world. We participate in this with the birth of every child. That sense of an aura or halo of light around the womb where MY baby waits, the anticipation of unearthly love, the expectation of great things, and the wonder of new life/love is the same of every birth. Love is most real in this world of ours – and it shall reign forever and ever. Hallelujah.