Baby Washing aka Baptism
What a stunning thing it is to be able to witness a sacrament for your kid. AA and I were marveling on the drive home from SweetCheeks’ baptism that it is a privilege to be the parent, the one who helps guide, the one who makes early on decisions to help steer a child’s life. Our baby girl was baptized a few weekends ago and it was a joyous affair! Our dear friends from childhood are the godparents and we couldn’t feel more blessed.
One of the best parts of the whole thing was the thrill on my children’s faces as they watched their sister’s sacrament. We prefer the Extraordinary Rite for baptism and the rituals feel extra compelling as the salt and oil and expelling of demons comes with extra zest.
I totally forgot to change out her orange wool socks with the sweet crocheted unicorn ones we had, and of course, also forgot the beautifully made white blanket from my grandmother so she was half-wrapped in a jersey stretchy swaddle. Details, details. My friend Ryian lent me her baptismal gown and it fit her like the little chubby doll that she is!
Our pastor is a dear friend and offered a beautiful baptism, as per usual. We’re blessed!