When I was baptized a few years ago I remember getting a few tears in my eyes. I remember the feeling of being wrapped in a blanket of love.
But watching your husband and your oldest child baptized takes on a whole new level. Especially when Emma said it was me who brought her to God.
Matt went first. As soon as the pastor starting speaking the tears started flowing and didn't end till way after Emma was done. So I apologize for the hot mess that the pictures are (and I even brought my good camera).
Just in writing this post my heart is so full. My eyes are welling up. I know how much this is going to change my daughters life.
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