Performances

If I cannot fly, let me sing.

Stephen Sondheim

Last night Mark had a recital with his voice teacher.  Earlier in the day, he and I had looked through the boxes of Braeden's old clothes for things Mark may fit now.

I'd hold up something and say, "How about this green sweater?"

Mark would say, "It's green?!?"

I would say, "Yes.  You're color blind."

He would say, "Nah."

There was a period of time when Braeden, whose favorite color is green, had almost all green shirts.  Mark rejected them all.  I guess if he can't see the color, he doesn't want it.

A few shirts were "not his style" and a few were exactly what he wanted and his eyes got big and a smile would spread on his face.

He decided to wear a blue shirt to the recital.  (He can see blue.)

He was awfully cute and pretty poised considering it was his first recital.

Somewhere along the evening, I realized Braeden wore that shirt in his senior pictures.  It fit him differently, but still.

By that point he always wore the sleeves rolled up because they were too short but he still liked the shirt.

We ducked out of Mark's recital right after he performed, swung by the Wendy's drive thru for a healthy and well balanced meal and headed for Emma's choir concert.

It was the Christmas concert.  They have three sold out performances instead of one free performance like all the other choir concerts.  I prefer the Christmas one because everyone gets a seat.  Those other concerts are crazy town and the stuff of fire marshal's nightmares.

Also, it's a great concert.

During one song, Adam nearly killed me.  He whispered in my ear, "Look at the boy second from the right in the front row.  It's little Ted Cruz."

After I figured out my left and right and spotted the kid, I started laughing and then I couldn't breathe because I was trying so hard to stifle my laughing and then I couldn't stop laughing because that kid looked EXACTLY LIKE TED CRUZ.

When Emma's choir sang I didn't notice any look alike political figures because my eyes were trained on her.

My girl loves to sing.  And I love hearing the A cappella choir.  They always sound great.

Earlier in the day I had texted Emma:

There's one more choir concert tonight and I'm looking forward to it.  I like kids who can sing.