Sunday, January 13, 2013


Gaelan was so tall he had to lean right over.  Father Jon could barely reach his forehead.  Their heads still smell of the clove oil. I didn't wash it out in their baths.  Olive Ann clapped when everyone welcomed them into the community.  I had tears the whole time.  I held Christina's hand (Godmother) and leaned into my strong husband.  I was thinking about the day we will do this for our newest daughter N.  It was Jesus' baptism day.
I don't want to forget a single second.

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