All In White



Ian's baptism day was really something.  The anticipation of it all caught up to him that morning and he refused to get dressed.  He was so nervous.  I had to send Keith upstairs to calm him down. 

Both sets of grandparents were in Texas for the big event.  He had chosen the special food for the occasion--roast pig and home-made root beer.  It was a stake baptism.  There were 6 or 8 kids getting baptized.  The font had a leak in it, so they make this big plan to baptize Ian last so the water level would be low enough for him.  He was sooo little.  I think the suit was a size 5. 

It was a hard day for me too.  He was so young for his age. How could he possibly be ready to be accountable?  It was  a dream come true that he made it to that day.  I  had been sure the Spirit had told me that he wouldn't.  Sometimes I think the years following that baptism were a special gift that we weren't supposed to have, but that God couldn't refuse giving it to us and to Ian.

Today was another special day. Keith helped Ian complete more ordinances.  I can only guess that Ian wasn't as scared this time--just excited.  His temple work is done.  After all the things I've wretched up on this blog, I would think I could write anything.  Not this.