Here we are posing with Fr. Joe. He made sure the font was full of warm water since it was the middle of winter. I slept through most of the Mass, but woke up when everyone clapped to welcome me into the church.
Grampa and Gramma hold me as I wear a hundred year old baptismal gown from my dad's side of the family and a blanket Great Aunt Mary knit for my mom's baptism.