My mom disease causes me to plan everything perfectly, including our family events that must be staged exactly right. My baby P was baptised this past Sunday. Prior to church, we were informed by our pastors that our baptism was going to be combined with the joining of two new members of the church??????????????????????????? At the start of worship, our family of 6 all went up to the front, along with two women that were not related to us whatsoever. The baptism ceremony was nice, minus the added statements thrown in asking the other two ladies if they pledge their souls to our church. After my son's head was sprinkled, the pastors asked all of us to put our hands on our baby. The two women stood there awkwardly and said, "well we don't want to be in their family pictures." I am thinking, "I really don't want you in our family photos either. The pastors said, "oh no, that's alright, put your hands on the baby." It happens that one of the ladies is a librarian in the children's section of our local library. Someday when my son looks back at his baptism pictures he will say, "why was the library lady at my baptism?" No matter how perfectly I plan, something unexpected usually happens.
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