On Sunday we had Michael baptized.
Of course I don't remember my own baptism. I don't remember my sister's. I do remember my brother's, mostly because I tumbled down the stairs that morning and the heel on my patten leather dress shoe gave me a bruise in an unfortunate place when I fell. I remember I was wearing a stripped knit dress and purple tights. (I was nine and it was the 80's.)
As an adult, I think baptism became especially meaningful to me when I was asked to be a godmother to my cousin Natalie. I remember being moved nearly to tears at her baptism, as I looked around at all the people who'd come together to celebrate. I found it so beautiful that people would gather for a formal ceremony to welcome a new being into the church community. A public celebration to show how happy we were to have a new little one in our midst.
I have been equally moved by each of my children's baptisms. Here are a few pictures of the special day:
Fun fact: My grandmother made that gown and the embroidered portion is made from a wrap that came with my wedding dress.