Last weekend, we had Charlotte’s baptism. It was a special day where our entire family came together to celebrate our little girl. Following my family’s tradition, Charlotte wore the baptismal gown that my grandma made for my mom 57 years ago. It’s the dress my mom wore, I wore, Riley wore and all of my cousins wore. And she rocked it, of course.
While we certainly are not regular church-goers, and we definitely don’t agree with everything the Catholic church believes these days, it was important for us to get Charlotte baptized, the same way we were. Honestly, it gives me comfort to hear that there is a higher power looking over her.
And I’ve got to give a shout out to our two kids – the two best behaved kids in church. Riley was an angel. He sat still, he whispered, he didn’t whine or ask to leave. And Charlotte napped, she smiled, she cooed. Not a bad way to spend a Sunday morning.