Our newest great-grandson, Austin, was baptized this morning, along with another little boy. In spite of my best efforts to sit with the family, I ended up “on the altar” again. Not too bad a deal, as I was still able to read the prayers for the candidates. We Anglicans tend to be a flexible lot.
Austin and his parents are on the right in this shot.
Eldest daughter had a party at her house after the service. We had invited Rev. Kim, but she had to be in Frederick by 2:30, so that didn’t work out.
Silbaugh called earlier this week to say they had finally gotten my dad’s stone in place, so The Squire and I stopped by Christ Church to take a look at that. It’s only been eighteen years, after all. My mum refused to have a marker on his grave – “God will know where to find him when He wants him” – and I waited until she died before I ordered it. Now, I have to figure what to put on her stone that won’t sound snarky.
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I want to go to your church! By the way…thanks for making my day so many years with your funny and sometimes not so funny stories!
I am glad you could get that tombstone in finally. First he was late to his own funeral and now his tombstone is finally there.
Beautiful family!