A letter you can’t read.

January 10, 2012 § 3 Comments

Dear Jack, 

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I know you probably don’t remember this, but you were baptized on Sunday.

And pretty much made this face the whole time.

Everyone was there to see it- aunts and uncles, grandparents, cousins, and good friends.  They all wanted to be there for that moment. And to eat pie afterwards.

You did so well, up on stage as your daddy made a joke of how big you are (but mommy would add that you are equally proportioned) and big sister Emma charmed the congregation in her princess dress and pigtails.  You were fascinated by the water bowl from which Pastor Hinman was pouring water over your head and completely unaware of anything else.

If I had that kind of focus, I would be a millionaire.

And we prayed for you.  We prayed you would grow up and know God, that we could be examples to you in faith and love, that we would support you any way we knew how, as a church and as your family.  We prayed your parents would guide you and your sister would teach you things.  And I prayed that one day, you would be close with Jesus and see Him as your friend, walking with you daily, for that is the only way it makes sense to me sometimes.

You lasted through all of the pictures, through strangers pinching your cheeks and marveling at your calves (looking at them like, “yes, I know they are substantial. what.”), through your cousins using Larson Hall as a playground and nearly making many-an-elderly folk topple over.

You just looked.

Looked around like you were taking it all in and thinking higher thoughts than all of us.  It’s unnerving how babies do that.  But I hope you were seeing and knowing, on some level, that you are so loved and we all feel blessed to have you in the family, Jack.

You are going to do big things, besides becoming a linebacker.

Stay sweet, Jack.  Little guys like you are needed.  And if you have any questions about anything, you can always ask Uncle Kenny or Auntie Natalie.  We’ll do our best to help you out, probably botch it, then send ya back to mom and dad.

Love ya, kiddo.

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