Our church home is in Colorado. We may be godless heathens the rest of the year, but while we are there, we are at the church every time the doors are open. The minister from this church flew to Texas with his wife to marry us. They are like family. It was only right that he do the honors at Z's baptism. How gorgeous is that little bald baby girl?
Q was a charmer, too. Our family minister had moved to a larger congregation, but was still able to attend the ceremony. Check the tiny bow tie! Could you just die?
Man, my babies have some big round heads!