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:
The whole family.
Michael with his godparents, Aunt Meaghan and Uncle Jamie.
A closer look at Michael's baptismal gown, the same one Harper wore over three years ago.
Fun fact: My grandmother made that gown and the embroidered portion is made from a wrap that came with my wedding dress.
4 comments:
Boy, I hope that kid turns out as good looking as his Godparents! Thank you again for the honor Kelsey. I feel blessed to have a special place in the family for Michael.
-Jamie
That is so special and the photos are great. What an awesome gown.
Ooooh, he looks great! And that gown is amazing. I got teary when we baptised Theo. Like you, it was all the people surrounding him to celebrate his life that got me feeling all emotional.
You've got a wonderful little boy there.
:-)
That really is a beautiful baptism gown (and obv an even more beaut babe).
I cannot quite get past this debate: Jamie? Or your Dad, cloned and 30 years younger? HOLY GENETICS BATMAN.
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