We held his baptism on his birthday, and he was so excited I don't think he slept much the night before. He was also confirmed a member of the church and was given the gift of the Holy Ghost.
We also had his birthday party the same day which was a little much I think. Next time with M we'll have the party on a different day.
It was a lot of fun though, our home was filled with family and friends and it truly was a joyous day.
Seeing your baby get baptized is very emotional, I don't know how much of it has to do with hormones, but I got pretty choked up. I'm so proud of him to make such a grown up decision.
In the weeks leading up to the main event there were several moments when Lamaze breathing was needed; I was overwhelmed with wondering if he was truly ready, if he was as prepared as he could be to accept the responsibilities of being eight years old, if his father and I had done everything we could to teach him everything he needs to know, and it was very nerve wracking! But ultimately, I realized that Heavenly Father knows what He is doing when He says that eight is the age of accountability, and it's the small and simple things that lead to being prepared to enter the Kingdom, not the deep mind boggling mysteries of God, those don't need to be figured out now.
It was a day when my heart fully felt a shout of joy! Look at this face, I don't know that it gets much sweeter than that:
