On Sunday we had Sof baptized in my hometown church with her cousin Natalie.
Sofia was baptized Russian Orthadox in the baby home, which I think is such a sweet and caring thing to do. In a birth that was not celebrated, a life that was not welcomed home, it warms my heart to at least know someone prayed over her and took the minutes, however few, to give her that newborn ritual. However, there were many reasons I wanted to have her baptized here. It was something she shared with her baby cousin, a tradition she was not left out of. Reverand Minor married Mark and I, baptized our big girls, married Emily and Steve, and baptized their big girls. He's also retiring in a week. It seemed full circle to have him, in one of his last sermons, baptize our last little ones. It was a perfect ceremony, Sof wouldn't go to him and Natalie cried:) My Dad sang after, just as he had done for the other girls. When church was over we headed back to the cottage for a great lunch with friends and family. It was really special for everyone.