My sister Janet and her husband Louis and Cath and I had a double baptism.
Dominique has waited around quite a few months for Emma to be ready but finally the day arrived and the two young ladies, Dominique dressed casually, Emma in a glorious christening dress, took their turn under the water.
Emma waits patiently. A rare photo of her NOT crying.
Emma actually cried from about the beginning to the end. It was all looking so good when we walked in, but then I passed her to Cath... and boy did she scream.
Diminique goes under the H2O.
The thing is, normally I would feel a bit kak having my child cry like that. But we were there, after all, for HER. So if she wanted to cry, let her cry.
Although, having said that, I did have to worry a bit. I've been telling people that she becomes Satan at 5pm each day (won't sleep, cries her ass off) and then we get her into a church and she starts going wild. Did she fear an exorcism?
Cath readies Emma.
And Emma takes the plunge, so to speak.
Cath and I were Dominiques godparents, and Emma, Janet and Louis were Emma jnr's.
Ag sweet man.
Fr Charles was awesome actually. His mom died last week and there he was, doing our baptism. And doing it really nicely.
Us with our baptism candle (thanks Jan).
We had the after-baptism rave in the hall next to the church. Janet had made us make like, four loaves worth of saamies, of which we had about two and a bit left over. There was so much food!
A few photies outside:
Aunty Emma holds her godchild.
The ladies... all the ladies...
That's my girl(s).
Family portrait number 1 (of many, please God).
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