"Glory to God in the Highest! And on earth, peace, good will to men!"
That was Skyler's line in the Epiphany Pageant that took place this morning at church. That was her line, so that is what we've been saying. "Glory to God in the Highest!" while getting dressed, brushing teeth, tying shoes, "and on earth, peace!" brushing hair, zipping jackets, buckling seat belts, "and good will to men!" She said it probably 150 times this weekend. And she nailed it when it was her turn, and then gave me a thumbs up. I was sitting on the floor in front of the front pew because I was the director of the show for the 4th year in a row. And it was the 4th year in a row that I said for the entire month of December during rehearsals "This is the LAST time I am ever doing this." Next year, I'll probably say the same thing.
As we were all standing around this morning, my friend April said: "Reed is conspicuously missing." (because he had no interest in doing the pageant so came to church with Sam instead to watch). And my other friend Nancy said: "And Emilie is conspicuously relaxed." It is one thing to direct the pageant and another thing altogether if Reed were in it, dressed as (the irony!) an angel.
I know. Oh my good gracious. That is baby Sam as the black sheep. Look at some of the rest of these faces, too:
Mary and Joseph came down the aisle at the exact right moment. The inn-keepers perfectly had no vacancy at their inns. None of the angels lost his or her wings. The shepherds kept track of the sheep, well not really, but they looked adorable. Everyone remembered lines and the microphones were always in the right place. The 3 kings nailed their solos. They smiled. They sang. It was beautiful.
It is a ton of work but it always feels worth it when it's over.
Okay, seriously. The only way I'm going to direct the pageant next year is if someone will agree to help me rig up some sort of pulley-system from the ceiling with harnesses so the angels can actually fly. Then I'll consider it. Otherwise, it's someone else's turn.