Saturday, January 8, 2011

We did manage to sleep a little; in fact, a little too much. This was the morning that the alarm went off at 6:51, instead of 6:15 as I had planned. Mr. Raine thinks I have dyslexia.

But instead of having dyslexia, I had breakfast with my brother who used to have dyslexia.

As Mr. Bradrick was fond of saying, "Here is the Kendall family to serenade us."

Someone recognizes the seriousness of Biblical law.

Mr. Brown brings the conference to a close with an impromptu charge.

Even though you weren't there, you do have the opportunity, just as we did, to order the audio.

Stop what?

Stop walking on the grass?

It's got to be a sign from Heaven.

Finally, the conference over, we get to try out one of the grand pianos.

Someday, when Aaron is a world-famous pianist and Candace has forgotten that she took this photo, I will make a heap of money by its sale.

One of the highlights was singing with over a hundred fellow strangers (that's not an oxymoron) late into Saturday night.

"Brethren, we have met to worship..."

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