I feel bad I wasn't able to really spend time focusing on Madison on her special day. We had a lot of company, which was wonderful but I was busy. I shouldn't feel bad because she didn't. She was so happy all day. She was so sweet and tender to me. I am grateful for Madison. She is generous and kind.
We got up the morning on Madison's baptism. We had breakfast and went truck-or-treating. We got back and I started getting everyone ready. I am not the kind of person that prepares in advance and this had gotten me into trouble multiples times. I was trying to find the boys clothes and get them ready, when Nate asked me to hem his temple pants. He wanted to wear them to Madison's baptism. I was frazzled and then it was worse. I got snappy. I still had the boys to get ready and my mom said, don't worry I will hem the pants. She cut them off and ironed them. It was really helpful but I still had to sew them. I finished them and handed them to Nate. I went to finish getting the boys ready and get them in the car. Nate took off with Madison.
Earlier she asked me to help her with her baptism romper, she was nervous about changing her clothes. She was also worried about coming out of the font. She didn't know what to do afterward. I told her I will be there to help you change. Then I told her I would be waiting on the other side of the font as she exited, with her towel and I would wrap her up. It was my job and she didn't have to worry. I had it all visualized in my head.
We were all late. They don't wait for you when you are one of four kids getting baptized at a stake baptism. My boys were being crazy. I got distracted. I was in the chapel listening to my father-in-law speak when I noticed Madison wasn't there. I asked everyone and no one knew where she was. Then someone suggested maybe she was still getting her romper on. What? I panicked and ran to the bathroom. Leslie, thank you Leslie, was there helping her put on her romper. She came out and it was on backwards. I suggested she go back and switch it around. She did. We went to listen as the talks finished.
Then we went in the room to watch her be baptized and I watched her as Nate baptized her and I forgot that I was suppose to be waiting for her as she exited the font. I ran through the bathroom and met her dripping wet. I grabbed her towel really quickly and wrapped her in it and helped her change.
Then we went to listen to the talks on the Holy Ghost. I wasn't going to mess up again and so I sat by her and put my arms around her. We took a few pictures afterwards and then headed home to the BBQ Nate had planned. (He made a lot of brisket. The food was amazing. Food is important to Nate when he is celebrating and this was a very special day and he celebrated it well.) On the way home I was feeling like the lousiest mother ever. I asked Madison what was the best part of the day. She said, "Getting baptized." I said, what was the worse part of day? I really expected her to say when you weren't there to help me get dressed. When you weren't there to wrap me in my towel. I braced for it but she said, "None of it, it was all perfect." I cried. I am crying as I type this. None of that mattered to her, none of it. More than any moment before, I knew Madison was prepared to make her baptismal covenants, because the day was about that sacred ordinance and nothing else.
I love you baby girl, because you are still my baby girl and probably always will be.
We got up the morning on Madison's baptism. We had breakfast and went truck-or-treating. We got back and I started getting everyone ready. I am not the kind of person that prepares in advance and this had gotten me into trouble multiples times. I was trying to find the boys clothes and get them ready, when Nate asked me to hem his temple pants. He wanted to wear them to Madison's baptism. I was frazzled and then it was worse. I got snappy. I still had the boys to get ready and my mom said, don't worry I will hem the pants. She cut them off and ironed them. It was really helpful but I still had to sew them. I finished them and handed them to Nate. I went to finish getting the boys ready and get them in the car. Nate took off with Madison.
Earlier she asked me to help her with her baptism romper, she was nervous about changing her clothes. She was also worried about coming out of the font. She didn't know what to do afterward. I told her I will be there to help you change. Then I told her I would be waiting on the other side of the font as she exited, with her towel and I would wrap her up. It was my job and she didn't have to worry. I had it all visualized in my head.
We were all late. They don't wait for you when you are one of four kids getting baptized at a stake baptism. My boys were being crazy. I got distracted. I was in the chapel listening to my father-in-law speak when I noticed Madison wasn't there. I asked everyone and no one knew where she was. Then someone suggested maybe she was still getting her romper on. What? I panicked and ran to the bathroom. Leslie, thank you Leslie, was there helping her put on her romper. She came out and it was on backwards. I suggested she go back and switch it around. She did. We went to listen as the talks finished.
Then we went in the room to watch her be baptized and I watched her as Nate baptized her and I forgot that I was suppose to be waiting for her as she exited the font. I ran through the bathroom and met her dripping wet. I grabbed her towel really quickly and wrapped her in it and helped her change.
Then we went to listen to the talks on the Holy Ghost. I wasn't going to mess up again and so I sat by her and put my arms around her. We took a few pictures afterwards and then headed home to the BBQ Nate had planned. (He made a lot of brisket. The food was amazing. Food is important to Nate when he is celebrating and this was a very special day and he celebrated it well.) On the way home I was feeling like the lousiest mother ever. I asked Madison what was the best part of the day. She said, "Getting baptized." I said, what was the worse part of day? I really expected her to say when you weren't there to help me get dressed. When you weren't there to wrap me in my towel. I braced for it but she said, "None of it, it was all perfect." I cried. I am crying as I type this. None of that mattered to her, none of it. More than any moment before, I knew Madison was prepared to make her baptismal covenants, because the day was about that sacred ordinance and nothing else.
I love you baby girl, because you are still my baby girl and probably always will be.
No one was happy about taking a family picture. :(
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