Apparently we did a great job at planning Coleman’s baptism the exact weekend of several other important events. Actually, though, it worked out great, especially when Dan’s parents volunteered to have a lunch following church at their house instead of ours. Compared to when Brittain was baptized when I was in the ER for most of the night prior to the day, this time around was considerably more relaxed. Of course any time that Cecilia comes into town, Brittain and I especially gear up for a party.
We began the weekend as any baptism weekend should be started…with margaronas at El Toro Loco with family and good friends.
Sunday was filled with special additions to the day. To start the service off, Brittain and I sang a duet. Brittain did fantastic and I was so proud of how brave she was. I was, on the other hand, an embarrassment because I COULD NOT PULL MYSELF TOGETHER TO SAVE MY LIFE and cried almost during the entire song…and the rest of the service for that matter. I was truly overcome with emotion looking at my beautiful children and realizing how blessed I am.
After church everyone headed over to the Gills for a baptism celebration as well as a family birthday party for Brittain. Although her official party wasn’t until the following weekend, this was her actual birthday weekend so it only made sense to have a second party for her with just the family. There was a funny moment during lunch when Dan’s grandmother came up to him and handed him a card. She said, “This is for you and Val. Happy Anniversary.” I didn’t hear this all go down, but apparently Dan looked like he had seen a ghost when she said that to him. Fortunately, when he asked me if I knew what special day it was and I also had no idea, he felt a little better.
In trying to get ready for the day I didn’t have the opportunity to take pictures of Coleman in his special gown made my his Gramy. So, about a week after the baptism and after being able to get all the spit-up stains out of it, I took him back to the church to get a couple of pictures.
This child should never have any doubts of how much this family loves him. Unless, of course, you count that his name was in the bulletin one time as “Coleman Robert” and then again as “Richard Coleman.” I said he was LOVED not that we knew his name. Geez…
