Baptizing GrandBoy

I talked to a good friend yesterday who expressed keen sadness that her grand-daughter wasn't going to have her great-grand-daughter baptized. My friend had been so excited when the little girl was born, pulling out the carefully packed away baptismal gown her daughter and granddaughter had worn, in anticipation of yet another baby girl wearing it. Alas for my friend the new parents don't really hold with religious traditions.

Our family does hold with the importance of baptism, so GrandBoy was welcomed into the household of God on Sunday, August 8, at All Saints' Episcopal Church, Atlanta. Godmother Debbie and Liam's cousins Lauren and Amber drove all the way from Texas for the event. Our family and friends filled two pews during the 9am service that welcome six children into the Church. It meant so much to have so many folks we love - including our dear All Saints' community - witness Liam's baptism. How joyful!

What did he wear? Well, not his mother's baptismal gown. We decided a sweet white little boy romper and cap might suit him better. And he did look so sweet!

GrandBoy behaved himself throughout the service, taking the whole thing in stride. His parents and godparents made some pretty serious promises ("with God's help"), and he got water on his head and oil on his forehead.

After the service, we all moved to a fine brunch at Basil's in Buckhead for eating, drinking, loud talking, and gift-opening. Cousin Lizzie made delish cupcakes for everyone, complete with greeny-blue icing and white crosses. Yum!

I feel for my friend's disappointment, and you can debate the pros and cons of baptizing a child just in the name of tradition rather than a solid religious commitment, depending on your own traditions and commitments. But for us, last Sunday was a glorious day for our family and the friends who will support Liam as he grows.