A big shout out to her amazing Godparents, Fr. David Konderla and Lynne Neiers. Both of you inspire us in so many ways and it is a true honor to have you as a permanent part of our family.
Showing posts with label baptism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label baptism. Show all posts
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Happy Baptismal Anniversary ALG!
Six years ago today, we baptized a mighty special lady in the house, Anna-Laura. Oh happy day. We love you pretty girl.
A big shout out to her amazing Godparents, Fr. David Konderla and Lynne Neiers. Both of you inspire us in so many ways and it is a true honor to have you as a permanent part of our family.
A big shout out to her amazing Godparents, Fr. David Konderla and Lynne Neiers. Both of you inspire us in so many ways and it is a true honor to have you as a permanent part of our family.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Happy (belated) Baptismal Anniversary Will!
I'm only a month late in recognizing it :) Will, your baptismal day was so precious. We were surrounded by so many friends and family. Thinking of that day still bring a tear to the 'ol eye. You were our only baby born and baptized in Indiana - that place holds a very special place in our hearts.
Love you buddy.
Love you buddy.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Happy Baptismal Anniversary JP
Seven years ago today was a pretty sweet day. Happy baptismal anniversary, John Paul. I sure can't imagine life without you. And, God bless your amazing Godparents, Gachia and Vince!!
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Oh Happy Day!
Happy Baptismal Anniversary John Paul! Can't believe it's been six years. Our family is brighter, funnier and much more lively with you in it :-)
Monday, January 11, 2010
Happy Feast of the Baptism of our Lord!
I am one day off, but you get the jist.
This weekend's Mass was heavenly (I got to nurse in the nursing mom's room, complete with closed circuit TV and a glider - WOW!). The kids had great behavior which always makes for a more enjoyable time, right?
Fr. Guzaldo was our visiting priest this weekend and he had some good reminders about the Sacrament of Baptism. It got me thinking about our own children's big days, which led me to the scrapbooks (for the first three!) and the computer files for Clare and Luke. So many wonderful emotions are connected with these five days. I'd like to offer up some special prayers of thanksgiving for our 10, yes TEN Godparents:
Fr. Kevin, Vince, Fr. David, Fr. Richard and Fr. Dean / Carla, Gachia, Lynne, Cathy and Melanie - you are amazing examples of faith to our children and we are honored to have you as a permanent part of our family!
Man, those are some precious, precious memories. Happy Feast Day to you and your family!
This weekend's Mass was heavenly (I got to nurse in the nursing mom's room, complete with closed circuit TV and a glider - WOW!). The kids had great behavior which always makes for a more enjoyable time, right?
Fr. Guzaldo was our visiting priest this weekend and he had some good reminders about the Sacrament of Baptism. It got me thinking about our own children's big days, which led me to the scrapbooks (for the first three!) and the computer files for Clare and Luke. So many wonderful emotions are connected with these five days. I'd like to offer up some special prayers of thanksgiving for our 10, yes TEN Godparents:
Fr. Kevin, Vince, Fr. David, Fr. Richard and Fr. Dean / Carla, Gachia, Lynne, Cathy and Melanie - you are amazing examples of faith to our children and we are honored to have you as a permanent part of our family!
Will
John Paul
Anna-Laura
Clare
Luke
Man, those are some precious, precious memories. Happy Feast Day to you and your family!
Friday, December 4, 2009
Little Fire and a Big Baptism
If you're new to the blog, I hope this post doesn't scare you. If you're a regular, grab a Coke, pop some popcorn and enjoy the show.
Saturday morning, November 28, had been on the calendar for a long, long time. We have a habit of setting the baptismal date well in advance - partly because I'm a planner and that's the way I roll and partly because I love baptisms. There is such a newness, an innocence and a touch of pure beauty to each one. And yes, I cry everytime.
The night before, we finally got motivated to put up some Christmas things around the house. But, by 11, we were both pumpkins and completely exhausted. The house still looked tornado-ish, but we figured we would just "pick up" in the morning. Bad idea. Haven't I learned anything with all these kids? The day never goes as planned. Ever.
Luke had a rocky night, woke up early and we found ourselves rushing around to get ready. In the midst of all that, Luke's ostomy bag started leaking. We had this bright idea to warm a towel so the warmth would make the sticky wafer stick to his skin a little better. In theory, that sounds like a totally practical idea. In practice however, well... Let's just say when you put a DRY towel in a microwave, you've got a fire on your hands. So, as I'm yelling at Scott for the towel, I smell this horrific burning and hear Scott opening every door in the house. Classic Whitaker folly.
I just looked in the mirror at Luke and laughed. I mean, what else are you gonna do? This is one of the most important days of Luke's life and we're burning towels and trying to finish decorating for Christmas. Ultimately, the decorations got shoved in a closet, I put my sister-in-law on vacumming duty, Granny and Uncle Cory on kiddo duty and changed yet another leaky bag just as we were walking out the door.
Amazingly, we made it to the baptism on time.
I should point this out...if you've been reading the blog for a while, you'll remember that Luke has already been baptized. It was an emergency situation on September 27, done by his Godfather, Fr. Dean. I hesitated to show you these photos...but I think I'm ready - to share them and to see them again. Okay, deep breath.
While the photos immediately bring forth tears to my eyes and I am immediately taken back to the NICU - I realize they might freak you out. Just know this. There was tremendous peace in that corner of the eighth floor. Our tiny 3.5 pound baby lay before us, on a ventilator, fighting for his life, yet we felt the presence of the Holy Spirit. It wasn't the happy, glowing, family-filled event we experienced on Saturday, yet it was just as beautiful, just as powerful. And, yes, I cried :-)
Saturday was spectacular. The smell of chrism, the awe of the kids present, the pride of the Godparents and the thankfulness in the air. There certainly wasn't a more perfect weekend to finish the baptismal rite than on Thanksgiving. Enjoy the pics!
Saturday morning, November 28, had been on the calendar for a long, long time. We have a habit of setting the baptismal date well in advance - partly because I'm a planner and that's the way I roll and partly because I love baptisms. There is such a newness, an innocence and a touch of pure beauty to each one. And yes, I cry everytime.
The night before, we finally got motivated to put up some Christmas things around the house. But, by 11, we were both pumpkins and completely exhausted. The house still looked tornado-ish, but we figured we would just "pick up" in the morning. Bad idea. Haven't I learned anything with all these kids? The day never goes as planned. Ever.
Luke had a rocky night, woke up early and we found ourselves rushing around to get ready. In the midst of all that, Luke's ostomy bag started leaking. We had this bright idea to warm a towel so the warmth would make the sticky wafer stick to his skin a little better. In theory, that sounds like a totally practical idea. In practice however, well... Let's just say when you put a DRY towel in a microwave, you've got a fire on your hands. So, as I'm yelling at Scott for the towel, I smell this horrific burning and hear Scott opening every door in the house. Classic Whitaker folly.
I just looked in the mirror at Luke and laughed. I mean, what else are you gonna do? This is one of the most important days of Luke's life and we're burning towels and trying to finish decorating for Christmas. Ultimately, the decorations got shoved in a closet, I put my sister-in-law on vacumming duty, Granny and Uncle Cory on kiddo duty and changed yet another leaky bag just as we were walking out the door.
Amazingly, we made it to the baptism on time.
I should point this out...if you've been reading the blog for a while, you'll remember that Luke has already been baptized. It was an emergency situation on September 27, done by his Godfather, Fr. Dean. I hesitated to show you these photos...but I think I'm ready - to share them and to see them again. Okay, deep breath.
While the photos immediately bring forth tears to my eyes and I am immediately taken back to the NICU - I realize they might freak you out. Just know this. There was tremendous peace in that corner of the eighth floor. Our tiny 3.5 pound baby lay before us, on a ventilator, fighting for his life, yet we felt the presence of the Holy Spirit. It wasn't the happy, glowing, family-filled event we experienced on Saturday, yet it was just as beautiful, just as powerful. And, yes, I cried :-)
Saturday was spectacular. The smell of chrism, the awe of the kids present, the pride of the Godparents and the thankfulness in the air. There certainly wasn't a more perfect weekend to finish the baptismal rite than on Thanksgiving. Enjoy the pics!
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