Hutton was baptized two weeks ago. I meant to post some photos. But, I don't know... I've been kind of emotional about it (in a good way). And it's hard to post when you get a giant lump in your throat every time you look at the photos.
It was a happy day, a day we've really looked forward to. When you have a child who overcomes health issues, the milestones seem to be extra special. K and I have become those weirdo parents who get teary at everything Hutton does. First soccer/football/basketball/baseball game? Tears. First day of school? Sniff-sniff. He gets chosen to read his story over the loudspeaker at school? More tears. I should probably admit that I get choked up when any of my kids do something great (it's genetic), but, with this one... well, it's ridiculous.
Not all of you share our faith, so I should explain that, in our church, we baptize children when they turn 8. They are baptized by a priesthood holder. Hutton was baptized by Madsen. (Just typing that made me choke up. Sheesh!) Watching my oldest son baptize my youngest son was amazing.
Hutton took his decision to be baptized very seriously. Extremely seriously. He's like a little old man sometimes and this was one of those times. He was very thoughtful about the decision. We had many discussions about his beliefs. He had questions that made me smile... and think about my own beliefs, my own baptism day.
The baptism went off without a hitch...pretty much. Then, Hutton was confirmed by his dad. Very sweet.
My family was there, as always, to support and to celebrate. I'm always touched by how my siblings seem to get how big these moments are. One sister and her family drove nearly three hours just to be here, then turned right around and drove back home that same night. I missed my parents (who are out of the country on a mission...again) and my siblings that live far away, but those that were here made the day fun.
The day ended in the way our events usually end. With treats. I made my grandma's pumpkin chiffon pies -- in miniature. My sisters, aunt and a friend pitched in too.
So... it was a big day. My house was filled with laughter and love, which is just how I like it.
I'm happy. My baby is growing up; all my children are happy; my family and friends are the best... life is good.
(See why I get that lump in my throat?)