All of Pamela’s work learning poetry paid off last night. We celebrated my husband Steve’s birthday, and he wanted very simple gifts from the children: a song, poem, picture, or anything creative. David played We Wish You a Merry Christmas from his favorite Christmas songbook on the recorder, while Pamela recited a poem with a few simple body motions to make it extra special. I let her choose her favorite one, and she picked Daffodowndilly. She said it perfectly and knocked him off his socks! We all knew that such a feat was not possible for her last year, and Steve told her it was the best birthday gift he had ever received.
Today we attended another rehearsal for City on a Hill and made a sane decision. The youth (teenaged young ladies) will be doing the choreography. The rest of us will sit on tall stools to the side. Pamela is included in the seating arrangements because two weeks is not enough time for her to absorb the dance steps, as simple as they are. She has come a long way, but not that far . . . yet. After dinner, I headed back for another rehearsal for the adult choir Christmas concert. Our trio practiced for Sunday morning worship; we are singing the upper three parts of Lo' How a Rose E'er Blooming. It is my favorite arrangement by Robert Shaw with our second soprano, singing the tenor an octave up.
Like I said before, 'tis the season to be busy . . . and I would not miss it for the world!
AUT-2B-HOME IN CAROLINA ~ Teaching our twenty-five-year-old daughter with autism and aphasia, who is still learning about God, the world, and its people with a little help from Charlotte Mason
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