|She's wearing the bonnet I wore 36 years ago for my baptism.|
Essie officially became a Catholic more than two weeks ago now. My sister, her Godmother, came all the way from New York for the baptism and we were so grateful she and her family made the trip.
It was held at our parish, where Clara was also baptized. But, as some of you may recall, Clara was nine-months old by the time she was allowed to receive the Sacrament.
Three years ago, our diocese required a birth certificate with our names on it in order for a baby to be baptized (if I remember correctly, the names on the birth certificate needed to be the same parents who were presenting her for baptism). Well, with an adoption, you typically don't get a birth certificate with the adoptive parents' names on it until everything is finalized. And, in our case, finalization wasn't going to happen until she was 14-months old. That was way too long to wait for her to be baptized, in our opinion.
So I argued our case with the diocese and won.
Well..... in reality, I made a call, told a priest (who worked for the diocese) our story over the phone, and he called me back with news that the baptism could go forward. Much less dramatic than I could make it sound! But that paved the way for Essie to be baptized as soon as we wanted this time around.
Oh, the chrism. I always hear women rave about the smell of it, so I always felt like I needed to too, in order to be a good Catholic. But, honestly, I didn't see what all the fuss was about. Until now. Our priest slathered so much on, and she has so much hair, that the scent was very strong. Too strong for me. But as the days passed, the smell grew more subtle and I realized what the attraction was. I got used to it. I bathed her but didn't wash her hair. And then the other day, I gave in and washed it, and to my surprise, it still smells like chrism. I think my lack of washing it sooner might have made permanently changed the scent of her scalp. And I can live with that.
Can I just add that looking at these pictures, I forget that I didn't just give birth? I look like a woman who just had a baby, except that my pregnancy weight was gained on our road trip over a period of a couple weeks rather than nine months. And unfortunately, breast feeding isn't helping to melt it off like last time around.
Self-deprication aside, our first photo as a family of five brings me great joy.
And this cake brought me a lot of joy. Probably too much!
'God bless Esther' is right. Welcome to the Church, baby girl!