Originally posted on From the Laundry Room:
We went to Handel’s Messiah last weekend. I’m completely in love with our symphony’s conductor. He moves his whole body, lets the music flow through him. He’s not just a tux and a stick. He’s more and I like that. Plus his name is Tito, so there’s that.
We go to Handel’s every year. I’m not religious, but it’s a tradition and I like that too.
Some years it’s too warm in whatever church was chosen. Those are usually the years I wear the scratchy sweater. Some years the dinner before isn’t very good. Most years we are late, and as we are running from the parking lot, Michael is dragging me in my “not so great at running” heels while he curses that we should not have had dessert.
I remember one year when my son was about eight, he wasn’t feeling well when we left the house and half way…
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