Taylor’s baptism

In addition to having Chris's parents here, we were lucky to have both Libba and Ryan make the trip to Asheville for Taylor’s first birthday last weekend. And since it was the first time we had both of baby-T’s godparents in town together, and because Chris and I just recently joined the parish at St Eugene’s, our little girl was finally baptized on Easter morning.

When we went to meet with Father John about the event last month, he relayed that he believed very heavily in the signs of water and oil during a baptism. And that, traditionally, the child is stripped to nothing and submerged three times. And the thought of our Taylor-tot being dunked made us laugh out loud. Because it would be like dipping a greased watermelon in a tub. A hysterical greased watermelon.

But after Father sized her up on Sunday before the service, it was concluded that she would just have her head splashed. And because Taylor’s godmother doubles as a wicked good photographer, I’m able to share the meaningful, yet slightly less entertaining, event.