So yesterday at the 4th of July parade in Provo (I only go because Matt marches in the band--they looked very fine yesterday) we are carefully making our way down the east side trying to find a small patch of earth not already marked off by someone else's blanket or shade tent so that we can be on the shady side of the street and also be on the side where Matt anchors the tuba line. Emily texts us that she is taking a half hour break from East Lake Care Center to come and view the band with us. We decide that 800 North is a good meeting place. Surely there won't be that many people on the street itself since it can't be roped off like the rest of the places along the parade route that have been "saved" since Monday or earlier. But no, there are10 rows of people there. How will we ever find Emily in this chaos? All of the sudden I see her on the side of the parade route, her phone tucked between her shoulder and her ear. She is wearing shades and a smile. She unexpectedly drops to the ground. I rise on tiptoes to see her doing her balancing act on one hand that she perfected as a Miss Camp Shalom contestant. She gets up to applause. She wades through the throng to where we are standing. The people along the front wanted her to "do something" as she passed by. She accommodated them without missing a beat.