baptism

Emma’s first venture into church (and mine since she was born) was for her baptism today. She was a good, non-fussy baby, which of course is your fear. She’ll cry during the sermon. She’ll cry at the organ. She’ll howl  at the water. But she only fussed a bit during the sermon, at which point I nursed her. Yes, in church, in the front row. You truly can breastfeed anywhere. She looked like a little fairy with the drops of water on her head. But most importantly, she was given the sign and seal of God’s covenant to His little children.
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