Andrew's baptism was small and simple.
I think because of Covid, I knew that we could weed out all the unnecessary parts of a baptism that stress me out.
It may have seemed extra extra simple (Avery made a few comments about it wasn't going to be special),
but here is a secret: it was the most special because the mom was totally present and relaxed.
Andrew was so heartbreaking nervous. When we took this picture of him and Jim, he was shivering with nerves.
This was the "program" I quickly wrote up for Joe so he knew how it was all gonna go (he was the bishopric presence).
One thing Andrew requested was a treats afterwards. So we had treats and visited.
Maybe you didn't know this about Andrew, but he hates buttons. They give him the creeps.
He was such a good sport about this shirt. He tried so hard to meet me in the middle. There are only two buttons right? So he pretended to be ok with it. He just held his head high above the buttons where he couldn't be near them or see them.
I watched him walk around with his nose in the air with a fake smile, trying to make me happy.
I laughed and offered to cut the buttons off. He was so relieved. Once those buttons were off, he could wear his head normal.
Later for dinner we took pizzas up to the Samish Overlook.
There's Rainier out there. Can you see?
Do you think my dad was more interested in the ocean/islands or the Skagit Valley farm land?
Later that night, we talked mountain bikes and trucking and dairies and guns.
(comparing bullets)
I just published a ton of posts, cranking them out so that they don't get lost or forgotten.
But I left so many details out...I therefore give myself permission to go back at any time and add in memories.
Like just now I added the thing about Andrew's buttons.