In addition to celebrating Lily’s birthday last weekend, we also celebrated the baptism of our sweet Nate.
Baptisms have a fierce power over me. I think this is the first one I got through without crying but that was surely only because I was wrangling the likes of this the entire time:
Normally I’m a sopping mess. I guess I should thank my squirrely two year old for keeping me from melting into a puddle.
It was truly a blessing to be part of Nate’s most special day.
As always, he was just happy to be. That’s the way he rolls.
He has his mama’s kind and sincere disposition.
I pray he’ll have his Daddy’s wisdom.
But he most certainly has his savior’s love and mercy.
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