Baptism

Here's Laurel after her baptism, which was held yesterday.

People who know me in real life probably know that I am an atheist, but I am in a spiritually mixed marriage. Before Craig and I were even engaged, we had agreed to raise any children we might have as Christians.

So Craig and Isaac go to church once or twice a month. They attend what is called an "open and affirming" liberal Protestant church with a strong commitment to social justice, so I can't complain. (I checked with them right before Isaac was baptized, and they promised not to teach him that Mama is going to hell. In fact, the pastor said she wasn't sure she even believed in hell.)

So while I wasn't spiritually involved in Laurel's baptism, I was responsible for choosing her outfit. This vintage smocked cotton dress was a gift from our neighbors, who bought it at an antique store. I paired it with pink tights and white leather booties. She looked timeless and adorable.

Furthermore, she behaved like a champ. She sat through and enjoyed the entire service, especially the cello and string bass duet. (Meanwhile, Isaac got bored and I had to take him out to the nursery.) She didn't fuss when the pastor took her in his arms, nor when her hair was tousled with water. We benefited from her accommodating and curious nature.

And what was Laurel's favorite part of the day? Without a doubt, her shoes.