There is such a contrast between those two baptism days. The first was the day Ramsey was born. He was frail...not breathing on his own...we had just been told he would likely die. I can't allow myself to fully remember the emotions of those moments, however they affected me so deeply I will never be the same. I suppose it's because I believed those words to be true, and began what I thought was the start of a grieving process. I am sorry that for those brief moments, I lost faith in his survival.
Fast forward seven months to a happier time! Ramsey is smiling back at me as his godmother and I dress him for his special day (but aren't they all special?)! We celebrate with a private service, the priest wearing his special attire which he feels is necessary to honor our miracle. I am overwhelmed with a sense of joy and relief. Even though I thought I would surely break down in tears, only a few escape me. Life is good.
Special Thanks to Father Stephen who prayed with and encouraged us, even before Ramsey was born and who welcomes me and my United Methodist faith into his church (he used to be Methodist too). Thanks to Ramsey's wonderful and gracious Godparents for their friendship and love. And thanks to all of our family and friends who celebrated in person, and in spirit. It was a special day!
|Ramsey being baptized the first time, on his birthday.|
|Getting dressed for his big day!|
|How do I look?|
|Proud mom and dad!|
|Godparents, Jamie and Gina|
|Ramsey brings a smile to Father Stephen!|
|Reed's not up for pictures today!|
|He'd rather play!|
|God Blessed Ramsey.|