Alex's Baptism Day

I am torn. Part of me wants to post about the funeral right now while it is still raw and part of me wants to let it marinate for a second. I think I will opt for the latter and rewind a little bit.

Even though Alex's baptism fell in the middle of our family visits, it seems like the appropriate place to start.

Alex was so excited to get baptized. He sounded a little something like this that morning...

Today is a big day. Do you know what today is? Today is someone's baptism...do you know who's getting baptized? Who do you think? Who is 8 years old?

Drove us all a little nuts, but I do love his enthusiasm.

Since it was Thanksgiving weekend even the Primary President and Bishop were out of town so it was a very small gathering, but one of Alex's old teachers, my friend LeShel, who he has always called his favorite church person made it and the Taylors made it as well and they are some of his other favorites, and then of course there were the out of town guests who came just for him, so in the end there were just enough people to make him feel loved.

It's funny. Everyone asked me if I was nervous or if I cried and the answer to both questions, is no. Out of character, right? But I felt the exact same way as I did on Alyssa's baptism day and on my wedding day, completely calm. Usually I worry about every little detail but in these sacred cases I always knew that what I was doing was right and that the only thing that mattered was the ordinace itself and the Lord blessed my heart with peace.

I was proud to see my son enter the waters of baptism and relieved that he did not actually cap the ordinance with a cannonball into the font like he wanted to. Chloe did scream the word donuts instead of Amen though and Alex did stay in and swim in the font while Seth got dressed so at least there was still some humor to be had.

After his baptism we gave Alex a nice silver CTR ring which freaked him out at first and he said he was not a ring person and couldn't wear it. We told him to just keep it in his drawer but once he noticed a few men wearing rings he put it on and is now obsessive about it, like he is with all his other stuff.

The next day Alex was invited to sit on the stand at church and he agreed but only if the visiting high councilman would move so he could sit by Brother Taylor (told you they were some of his faves). It was a great day and we are so grateful to everyone who came to share it with us.

My mom and Glenn






Grandpa Bob

Seth's cousin, Dan has become buddies with my kids (and us, too) over the past year and this summer he told Alex he would try to make it to his baptism. Alex felt very special when Dan (who he still calls Danny, sorry I am trying  but they met him as Danny and so Danny he remains) detoured on his way home from Thanksgiving in Utah to join us.

Getting ready to enter the font with his daddy.