We decided a few years ago that we would eventually have the girls baptized, but it just never happened. We didn’t attend church regularly and living in a Mennonite community for almost 8 years, we didn’t feel in our hearts that any of those churches was a fit for us.
Just over two-years ago, we moved back to the town I grew up in and the girls enrolled in the Catholic School, the same one I went to when I was their ages…. then, they kind of made the decision for us. They were learning in a Catholic environment and asked us if they could be baptized.
So in the fall, we had all three of them baptized.
And it felt like a weight had lifted off my shoulders. It was just something that I had always wanted to do and felt we should do.
Today, two of the three girls had their first communion. Quinn will celebrate hers when she is in grade two. It was perfect. Piper in jeans and shirt (I did think about having her wear a white hockey jersey) and Davilyn in a perfect little dress.
