Get Goose

My son was baptized on Sunday. He’s a very happy baby, so I was pretty confident he would be fine with the water, and the minister, and the congregation, and so on. We met with the minister beforehand and he told us that no matter what the baby did that day, there would be no negative spin about his behavior. If he was calm and quiet, people would say, “What a sweet baby.” If he squirmed and whined, people would say, “What a personality.” If he bawled his eyes out, people would say, “What energy he has.” No matter what happened, all would be good. And it was. He stared out at the congregation while his dad carried him and I held his hand. He looked so handsome in his little outfit (that quite possibly was cutting off the circulation in his chubby legs). When the minister anointed him with water, he just sat there as calm as a cucumber. As a matter of fact, he stared so intently at the minister (almost like he was totally getting what he was saying) that a wave of laughter rolled through the congregation. It truly was the perfect day.