Watson’s Baptism

A little over two years ago, we baptized Emory. At that point, I had been a mom for a mere three months. There was never a question as to whether or not we would baptize our children in the Catholic Church, and I set out to plan her big day. We attended the baptism seminar, sent out invitations to all of our family and friends, but I spent most of my time planning the big luncheon afterwards. It was a beautiful day, filled with special memories and special people. It was exactly what I had envisioned…then. Fast forward two years and I am witnessing, day-in and day-out, the unwavering belief my daughter has in God. The excitement she has each Sunday morning as we’re getting ready for church. And the unbelievable conviction she has in her voice when she tells people “God made me!”. When we began thinking about scheduling Watson’s Baptism, a light bulb went off, and it occurred to me that I had simply gone through the motions when baptizing my first born. A mistake that I doubt anyone else was even aware of, but one I would try my best to avoid from here on out. With that said, we scheduled Watson’s Baptism. No fancy invitations. Just a few emails and phone calls to our immediate family and a couple of our closest friends. The people we knew would be most responsible for molding our children into Godly men and women.  On our wedding day, there was something magical about the church being filled to the brim with people supporting Aaron and I. And somehow it seemed just as special, on the day of Watson’s Baptism, that the handful of people we entrusted our children’s lives with the most, sat in an otherwise empty church to support our growing family. We baptized our Baby Boy, and I soaked in every moment. I tried my very best to listen to and digest every word Father Harris spoke.  I held my son in my arms, looked out at my daughter in the pew, and thought of the sister or brother that was already growing within me. To all of them I renewed my commitment to raising them in a Christian home and of the Catholic faith. It was a beautiful day.  One where the decorations and the cake didn’t outshine the event’s true meaning {although all of the food was delicious, thanks to my mom!}       

Thanks, from the bottom of my heart, to those that spent this special day with us. Most especially Watson’s godparents, Aunt Boo and Uncle Ryan!