technically I already missed the first day, what with the giving birth and all, but I was going to let that one slide. Yesterday my parents came into town for T's baptism today, and before I knew it it was past midnight and the day was over.
The baptism was wonderful, T's first time in church, straight to the font, to become a child of God, safe in His salvation. Even without postpartum hormones, I think I would fight back tears...I have at all the girls' Baptisms. Pictures tomorrow, I am ignoring my guests again.