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Baptizing a child is such a declaration of surrender.

I am simply acknowledging that she was never, is never, and will never really be mine. She has always belonged to Him, and I have only the most limited say in whether she remains His.

We weren't certain what to do with the chrism. It smells so pretty, and I didn't want to wash it off, but it gave her pimples and irritation around the eyes. She has her daddy's sensitive skin.

I especially liked when the priest called up all the kindergarten-through-second-graders to watch the baptism of their teacher's daughter, just at the moment when she is covering this sacrament in her lesson plans. He explained everything he was doing and why, so that it was even a mini catechism for all the adults.

She was docile through the whole thing...a perfect valentine~

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