Seventeen years ago today, my dh and I were in Redeemer Lutheran Church in Baltimore, watching our 2 year old son carry the Baby Jesus up the aisle for his day care Epiphany pageant. (The director had wisely decided to postpone any "Christmas" festivities until Epiphany so as not to overwhelm the little ones. The "twos" could come in their footy pajamas.)
The teacher told us that the child who was supposed to carry up the Baby Jesus (a teddy bear wrapped up in a baby blanket) chickened out at the last minute, so our son volunteered. Of course, at 19, he remembers none of this. But each Epiphany, we remember how proud we were.
To us, he may as well have been inaugurated president of the United States.