With our crazy summer, we hadn’t been too focused on scheduling Cressey’s baptism, and by the time we did, Christ the King didn’t have one planned until late August. As our healthy baby grew, we weren’t sure she would fit in the gown that Bubba made and Helen Grace wore. Plus, Granddaddy and Spiffer would be on vacation then.
So we called in a favor to the priest that married us- Father Carl- who serves at St. Therese-Little Flower parish- where Jeanne and I went through RCIA. Father Carl and John have known each other a lifetime, and their families are great friends. He offered to baptize Cressey, as well as Ryan Brown (Fr. Carl has also known CB for 30 years), the following weekend, July 23rd, before he left for a vacation. EEEEKK!!! We scrambled and got ourselves together in time because it was just the perfect storm of special people and places.
John and I asked Aunt Gloria, Emily, and CB to be Cressey’s godparents, and John and I were Ryan’s godparents. That made things both simple and complicated all at the same time! I don’t think the priest or the deacon knew who to say which part of the ceremony to. We all got a good laugh out of it.
I worried myself into a tizzy about how Cressey would do since the mass was at 4:30. She was wide awake and happy at the beginning of the service, despite having to get changed into a hot and long dress in a room that was at least 100 degrees, and she soon fell asleep and slept through the entire service- even the water being poured over her head! (HG slept through the mass as well, but she woke up when the water hit her eyes.)
The Toohigs, Moores, Browns, and Brickells celebrated over dinner at Napa Cafe after mass, where we had the whole back room to ourselves. The kids were able to run wild (mostly; HG was a little cranky/tired by this point), and the grown ups could relax and visit. We are so lucky that all of our families blend so well into one.
We just couldn’t have asked for more as far as sweet baby behavior and wonderful memories made with our families, both blood and love.
{HGT: Sept 2009}
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{HGT: Sept 2009}
{back to Cressey}
{HGT: Sept 2009}
{Back to Cressey} Peggy gave this cross to the church when Jeanne and I joined the Catholic church, and she had a plaque engraved on the bottom. Only appropriate that her namesake took a pic with it.
Stripping in church- oh my!
Walking their babies
“We made it!!!”
All tuckered out
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