Monday, September 4
Henry in the floodlights, rocking to the beat. Last night we went to an end of summer party. Our hosts are in a band and played several sets of their wonderful music. Henry was enraptured: live music is practically his favorite thing on earth. He would periodically get to his feet and rock (his way of dancing I guess) and then go examine the lighting system and then wander back to his (front-row) seat. He would occasionally hold my hand when the sound got very loud: he was a little alarmed when that happened, but he liked it too, and you could see he was willing to trust that it would diminish a bit to more comfortable levels. Which of course it always did. A great night!