Yesterday my niece, Abby Jean, and my nephew, John Robert, were each baptized. Baptisms are very special occasions; they celebrate childhood, rebirth, and joy. In my opinion, those things are worth celebrating regardless of what religion to which you subscribe.
This was very special day for me as I was named the godmother of Abby. It was a very special day for Abby and John because they were welcomed into the Kingdom of Christ. Lastly, it was a very special day for both families involved because it was a true union of our families. Our family lives near Abby, John, and their parents, Mike and Elisha, but Mike’s family drove 9 hours north for the event. While it wasn’t the first time that we’d all met, it felt like the first time we were all family. Mike’s family is a giant, loud, Italian family from Long Island and Jersey. Our family stands in stark contrast as we are a long line of reserved, stoic Mainers. However, somehow we’ve learned to blend without thought. Given, an adjustment period was necessary, but now all that cultural tension is in the past. It was a day that celebrated the people in our lives that we all love, and, by doing so, it was a day that bonded two seemingly different families together.
However, the obvious highlight of the day was Mother and Daughter singing special music at church only moments after the baptism:
It was a beautiful day with beautiful people and great food.