August 28 was Joseph’s big day. Everything about the morning was beautiful: the weather, the music, the ceremony, all of it. It was extra special for us, for obvious reasons. Watching Joe baptize our son was a precious moment. For Joe, I know, it was a priviledge – one of the few times where his vocation intersects with his family in a very personal and spiritual way.
Despite my efforts to have a quiet baby, Joseph was not a happy camper. And he certainly didn’t like it when Joe laid him back. He wanted to face out and see everyone. Hannah wasn’t too happy either. My brother, Will, held her so she could watch. But she didn’t understand why Daddy was holding Joseph and not her. She is most definitely a daddy’s girl.
Joe used a special baptismal shell, given to Joseph by our friends, Jennifer and Daniel.
Thank you to my cousin Trudie for capturing this:
Joe was carrying Joseph down the aisle. Hannah had her head against mine and we were watching them. A beautiful rendition of Jesus Loves Me was being played on the piano. I felt overwhelmed with love and pride.