The weather cleared today for the first time since the Antediluvian days. (See, I can still use big words!) Hannah fit in my baptism dress just perfectly and she donned the bonnet I wore to my baptism, carried pinned to my skirt during my wedding, and used for Thomas's hosptial baptism.
She behaved angelically. Everyone ooohed and ahhhed, as they should (because she's simply the best baby ever, and you can't tell me otherwise). We had friends and family filling the pew and my congregation was wholeheartedly thrilled to see her after six long weeks of waiting.
The congregation promised to teach her to be a good human being, to love others and be helpful, to look out for others, and to love God. Todd and I watched and promised to do the same. Our Pastor hugged and cuddled her as she poured water on her forehead. And as she presented Hannah to the congregation, Hannah spit up on her. And no one minded in the least.
I cried a little. I smiled a lot.
Like I said, it was a good day.
May God bless you and give you a day like this sometime soon.