Yesterday I wrote about endings—finding bits and pieces in the refrigerator and freezer to make a meal.
Today is about the wonderful day on Saturday–the baptism of my youngest grand-son.
He was decked out in a tiny white tux and wiggled during most of the ceremony. He was not enthusiastic about the water part and afterward he needed a nice long nap.
As guest of honor at the reception afterwards he loved playing with the balloons, sending them upward into the cathedral ceiling of his home—with uncle and cousin fetching them from the ceiling—cousin held by uncle with arm outreached to pull the end of the balloon towards earth.
It was a wonderful day–filled with family and good food and smiles and laughter.