This post is for all of those Grandparent/Uncle type people who, along with their respective families, would love to see a very happy and very beautiful 8 year old girl on her baptism day.
That Sunday in March started out great. Middle girl wore her new white dress to church and got soundly praised for how pretty she looked. We had spaghetti at our house with Tee's family. She got a new bracelet from Grammie and Papa (which she wore to church that day), a new quad from Grandma and Grandpa with a lime green scripture tote that was not there yet because it was on back order. After pictures and generally fussing with the special girl we made our way to the church to get ready and to get the refreshments ready.
I will only give one short paragraph describing the horrible scene at the church when we got there. The font had overflowed into the hallway and two classrooms. The quietest missionary I have ever heard gave Tee the directions and because of the aforementioned quietness, Tee misheard him. After a half hour's hard work with two wet vacs, we were back on track.The rest of the evening went without a hitch with many many flood jokes thrown in for good measure. The girls sang a song during the actual baptism which was absolutely precious, but which we of course did not get on camera. I was playing the piano so I am not to blame for that oversight. Anyway, we gathered the girls back together to sing it again after. It's cute but not the spiritual preciousness I wish we had captured.
Middle girl is a very special child; she had prepared herself well for this day. It was a wonderful evening and one that I am sure she will remember. I actually think everyone should have a memorable marginally catastrophic event to help them remember their special day.
