So a few things happened while I was trying to keep my nose above water and knock out this last quarter. Last Saturday, Bean was baptized. It was only a few months late, but it was his own choice- which was really the only way he’d ever do it. We did some dry runs with our most awesome home teacher, and Bean was good to go.
He was very proud of the suit jacket I scored at the thrift store (so was I!) and even allowed a few very quick pictures.
This is how we rolled into the stake center. What can I say? It was all about keeping him relaxed, and the most important thing was his happiness and comfort. It worked.
He willingly changed into the white little prison suit, and we had the font to ourselves. There was no music, no songs, no crowds, no talks. We had an opening prayer, the baptism (he was proud he did not plug his nose, citing swimming lessons at the Y as good practice) and confirmation after he changed, right there next to the font by our bishop and a good friend. Then a closing prayer. That was it.
The young man who performed the baptism is the older brother of the boy who gave Bean his bugle. It was good practice for him, and he blessed us by being so kind and willing. Bean only ran and hid once, and then got to choose anything he wanted for dinner. He picked Taco Bell. Nevermind they don’t serve English muffins. So we drove thru Taco Bell, then went home and I made him English muffins. I love this kid.