
We baptized Adam the Sunday before Thanksgiving. Uncle Henry and our friends Andy and

Brooke were the Godparents. Adam was great, he smiled as Father poured the water over his head and loved being paraded around church. I was a little nervous to sit in the front row through the hour mass service, but Adam was great. He squealed once during a song, but as my aunt said, it was just Adam trying to sing along with the music.


After mass we had everyone over for a brunch at our house. My parents made practically all of the food which was super delicious.
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