It was a low-key event. Partly because of the storms we have had all weekend, and partly because of Glen’s* surgery in Idaho Falls, none of the family was able to attend. The bishop wasn’t there either, because he was with his grandson in the temple that day.
Nonetheless, we did get him baptized and confirmed without incident.
Well, there could have been an incident.
If you look closely at the photos, you can see DS-8s legs appear to be black under his jump suit. When he dressed himself, he pulled the jump suit on over his black Sunday slacks. I thought it looked a little odd when they came out of the dressing room, but we were trying to get to the chapel for the opening exercises, and I was juggling DH suit coat and dry clothing, so I didn’t notice.
On second though, I should have noticed that while I had DH shirt and coat, and DSs shirt, I didn’t have the slacks for either one of them.
But fortune favors the absent minded. DH looked down, noticed DSs legs looked black, and took him back to the dressing room to change him before he ended up getting baptized.
If he had not, we would have been obliged to re-baptize the boy (you have to be dressed all in white) and he would not have had any dry clothes to wear home in the freezing weather.
After the baptism, we were sent to the Primary room for the confirmation. But as that room was full, we ended up in the nursery. Only two people got to sit on big chairs, me, as mother of the baptized, and Adam, as the one about to be confirmed.
It was a strange little party of women sitting with their knees up around their ears as the blessing was offered, but DH did a beautiful job and of course I cried.
It’s hard to get good photos of a baptism. We are not allowed to photograph the actual ceremony or the font, or the chapel. So we ended up shooting DH and DS in the hall. I tried to get something a little more artsy at the confirmation with DH (on the left) and the second counselor in the bishopric, with mixed results.
I am very proud of Adam taking this step, even though he did it in relative obscurity. I think of all the people who have gone before him, from my Mother ~ who claims she was baptized in Crow Creek in a red dress with her father wearing wading boots, to my DS-12, who was baptized with his two cousins ~ and I am so pleased to see Adam undergo this ordinance.
It’s a great start to the New Year.
*(Glen is my mother’s husband. I suppose I could call him my step-father, but while he is a very nice man, he is not my father)