family a bad wrap about invading my home during Emma's baptism. There really was no invasion and truthfully I was so grateful to everyone who was able to make it. Emma was thrilled with the family and friends who went out of their way to come and a little sad for those who were not able to come. I decided from here on out to change the titles. I know kind of silly really but I don't want my family to think they are not welcome in my home because I love it when they are here. This night, June 5th, 2010, was the main event! Everything else was just a by product. I have written so much before on the blog about Emma's amazing testimony and I feel a little redundant doing again so now. For now I will just write one or two specific memories. The first was as we were getting ready to head over to the church. We were standing in my bathroom and everything had settled down. I watched Emma as I was putting her hair back and she was so serious. I grabbed her shoulders (standing behind her) and said, "Did you know you were allowed to be excited about this?" She smiled and I could literally feel her relief! I was so touched that she would understand how serious this was and try to act accordingly but I didn't want her to miss anything because she was so worried about being serious. Here's another little memory...I thought I would be crying the whole way through this night. During other friends baptisms, especially when they come out of the water, I have found myself overwhelmed with the spirit. This time the only time I found myself in tears was when Emma came out from the stall in the bathroom in her white jumpsuit before anything ever happened. All the preparation, all the Family Home Evenings, everything we had tried to help her understand about this night came flooding back and so did the tears. How proud I was to see my baby girl all dressed in white again but this time of her own free will! She was so excited to be there and to be doing what felt right and good. Of the baptism itself she only had to be dunked once. The confirmation I remember being very specific to her (of course) but I remember thinking that things she has already struggled with will be easier because she now has the gift of the Holy Ghost. One thing is for certain, Brent and I are so proud of her.
Friday, June 25, 2010
Emma's Baptism
I started feeling like the title of previous posts had given my 
family a bad wrap about invading my home during Emma's baptism. There really was no invasion and truthfully I was so grateful to everyone who was able to make it. Emma was thrilled with the family and friends who went out of their way to come and a little sad for those who were not able to come. I decided from here on out to change the titles. I know kind of silly really but I don't want my family to think they are not welcome in my home because I love it when they are here. This night, June 5th, 2010, was the main event! Everything else was just a by product. I have written so much before on the blog about Emma's amazing testimony and I feel a little redundant doing again so now. For now I will just write one or two specific memories. The first was as we were getting ready to head over to the church. We were standing in my bathroom and everything had settled down. I watched Emma as I was putting her hair back and she was so serious. I grabbed her shoulders (standing behind her) and said, "Did you know you were allowed to be excited about this?" She smiled and I could literally feel her relief! I was so touched that she would understand how serious this was and try to act accordingly but I didn't want her to miss anything because she was so worried about being serious. Here's another little memory...I thought I would be crying the whole way through this night. During other friends baptisms, especially when they come out of the water, I have found myself overwhelmed with the spirit. This time the only time I found myself in tears was when Emma came out from the stall in the bathroom in her white jumpsuit before anything ever happened. All the preparation, all the Family Home Evenings, everything we had tried to help her understand about this night came flooding back and so did the tears. How proud I was to see my baby girl all dressed in white again but this time of her own free will! She was so excited to be there and to be doing what felt right and good. Of the baptism itself she only had to be dunked once. The confirmation I remember being very specific to her (of course) but I remember thinking that things she has already struggled with will be easier because she now has the gift of the Holy Ghost. One thing is for certain, Brent and I are so proud of her.
family a bad wrap about invading my home during Emma's baptism. There really was no invasion and truthfully I was so grateful to everyone who was able to make it. Emma was thrilled with the family and friends who went out of their way to come and a little sad for those who were not able to come. I decided from here on out to change the titles. I know kind of silly really but I don't want my family to think they are not welcome in my home because I love it when they are here. This night, June 5th, 2010, was the main event! Everything else was just a by product. I have written so much before on the blog about Emma's amazing testimony and I feel a little redundant doing again so now. For now I will just write one or two specific memories. The first was as we were getting ready to head over to the church. We were standing in my bathroom and everything had settled down. I watched Emma as I was putting her hair back and she was so serious. I grabbed her shoulders (standing behind her) and said, "Did you know you were allowed to be excited about this?" She smiled and I could literally feel her relief! I was so touched that she would understand how serious this was and try to act accordingly but I didn't want her to miss anything because she was so worried about being serious. Here's another little memory...I thought I would be crying the whole way through this night. During other friends baptisms, especially when they come out of the water, I have found myself overwhelmed with the spirit. This time the only time I found myself in tears was when Emma came out from the stall in the bathroom in her white jumpsuit before anything ever happened. All the preparation, all the Family Home Evenings, everything we had tried to help her understand about this night came flooding back and so did the tears. How proud I was to see my baby girl all dressed in white again but this time of her own free will! She was so excited to be there and to be doing what felt right and good. Of the baptism itself she only had to be dunked once. The confirmation I remember being very specific to her (of course) but I remember thinking that things she has already struggled with will be easier because she now has the gift of the Holy Ghost. One thing is for certain, Brent and I are so proud of her.
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