“Will you who witness these vows do all in your power to support this Blueberry, through growing seasons and frost, pies and muffins and pancakes?”
We had a nice little home baptism for the Blueberry today. Having done this once already for Boo, I wasn’t so much emotional as nervous about whether I’d made enough coffee.
Until after the ceremony, that is, when in an atypically timid voice, Boo asked the priest (my father-in-law) to baptize Sasha, the doll she most closely identifies as her child:
That girl. I’m not religious, but I got schooled about the whole point — the universal, pre-Christian, probably pre-religious point — of baptism today.
Welcome to the fold, Blueberry. Yes, you too, Sasha.
Water, come down, indeed.
