My eldest son used to jump up in my bed when he was around 2 years old and carefully pile every pillow in the house on top of me. As I lay there, pleasantly smothered I could here his little voice asking me...

"...are you BASHED, daddy?...you BASHED?"



Thursday, December 08, 2005

AIRPORT SINGERS!















At the dinner table last night, Corey overheard Mary saying something about playing at the airport tomorrow, so he asked me

"Dad, YOU got a gig at the airport tomorrow?"

"No," I said "EMILY has a gig at the airport tomorrow!"

What a good time it was...Emily's class and the class next door rehearse every year for their big airport gig where they sing winter holiday songs to the bustling crowd of travelers. Most folks stopped (some even took a seat) and listened and, if only for a few moments got lost in what was a shining performance of timeless melodies, songs that take them away to a happy place where anything is possible and where dreams come true.

And then "AMERICAN AIRLINES FLIGHT 463 IS ARRIVING AT GATE C7...."
blares over the intercom and they flinch, get up and move along...but maybe, just maybe carrying with them some holiday cheer.

Here are some PICTURES that tell the story - I can't wait until NEXT YEAR!

1 comment:

Melody said...

Yay for the Holiday Singers! I would have loved to see them in action.

xooxxo Melody