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Friday, April 6, 2012
"5 Small Things Friday" No. 27
Note: Yes, I know I am weeks behind on my "Five Small Things Friday" posts. Just FYI, I have drafts for each of the missing weeks that just need to be finished and published. I'm working on it :) .
Go back and read this post for the story behind "Five Small Things Friday".
For this week, here is my list:
1. Sight: Maxwell Laughing
2. Hearing: 'Hallelujah, What A Savior' On Wednesday Night
3. Smell: Craft Paint / 'Fantastic Friday'
4. Taste: Vanilla Frosting
5. Touch: A Little Hand
The stories behind the list:
1. Last night we had a choir rehearsal for our Easter cantata at Victory Rd. Mrs. Carrie was sick and couldn't come, but Bro. Dennis brought little Maxwell anyway, to the delight of pretty much everyone :) . One of the women was tickling his feet, and he was laughing like he thought it was the funniest thing on earth! It seems like he is usually so solemn and focused on absorbing everything, and if he was cute before, he is delicious when he laughs!
2. One of the songs we picked out to do Wednesday night was 'Hallelujah, What A Savior', but when we were practicing Tuesday night, the key was really high, even for Julia (she's a pretty amazing soprano). And she didn't know the song very well either, so the whole thing was kind of shaky. Even Wednesday, when we practiced again before class, she couldn't figure out when to come in at a certain point. We were all kind of discouraged I think. She listened to a recording of it again, and said she thought she might have it, but we hadn't been through the song all the way through once, and it was time to go to class.
The part she was having a hard time on had only one chord, so when we did that song and got to that part, we just kept playing the same chord until she jumped in. It wasn't at the right spot exactly, but with all the trouble we'd been having, she did a really good job and it flowed seamlessly.
Even though it wouldn't really have been that big of a deal if we'd fallen flat on our faces, that feeling of having worked together and done a good job was still a really good one.
3. I was painting an art canvas as a gift for a friend yesterday (more on that later) and all-of-a-sudden when I opened one of the bottles of paint, the smell of it brought back memories of my time in grade school with the homeschool support group we were members of where we lived then. It met on Fridays and was called 'Fantastic Friday' :) . So many good memories... Little friends. Kind teachers. Field trips, science fairs, reading programs and spelling competitions. And art/craft time. Probably one of my favorite parts. That paint smelled just like the art room at Fantastic Friday - so good!
And no, I don't sniff paint. Why do you ask?
4. I'm one of those strange country people who 'swears' by home cookin', but once in a while betrays that tradition and falls for something boxed or canned from the store. The vanilla frosting out of the plastic cans is the best icing in the world. It can beat any powdered-sugar, butter-cream, almond, cream-cheese heirloom icing recipe ever home-made. Just saying. And Wal*Mart's brand is better than Pillsbury.
Last week was Justice's birthday and he and Noel came down for a quick visit Sunday. Henley (who is a cake decorator) was commissioned to make a cake for him for our Sunday night college fellowship, and had some of that icing left over. She sent it home with us. Score!
5. This past week we had some family come visit from out west, including three darling little great-cousins. The middle little girl - talk about being grown at four! But so pretty they made you want to squeeze them :) ! I was 'taking a nap' one of the afternoons they were here... well, actually, I was trying to take a nap one of the afternoons they were here. I never got very far :) . Even though I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, little fingers snuggled up into my hand and stole my heart.
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