Happy Birthday, Jesus – we baked our @riverscrossing birthday cake which our three year old was given as a take home from Sunday school. We told the humble, timeless story of our Savior’s birth to our five kids again, clanking around the ceramic figures in the nativity display on the ottoman, with the air conditioning running, in our Pj’s. We sang the birthday song. There was some smacking and pushing and jockeying for position. We read a beautiful Christmas story about adoption in Cincinnati. We blew out candles. We served the cake, and our five year-old excitedly took one bite and said, “I don’t like God’s food.”