A Sweet Day

Lance was baptized yesterday
There were no cameras
No video
No dry clothes to put on after
Just a sweet 10 year old boy
Who knew it was time
And with tears in his eyes
Tugged on my sleeve and said
"I wanna do this."

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brianandcourt said…
I barely knew that sweet little boy when he was in our wedding 5 years ago (next month)... and I don't know him now since you're not here anymore... but I know your heart, and Kevin's, and I know that there is little that makes you more joyful than to watch your children follow Christ. And I know that I love that.
July 19, 2010 at 12:43 PM
Anonymous said…
Kessa is such a little doll! Can't believe I haven't seen her yet!!!!!!

Love you all very much

Aunt Pat
July 19, 2010 at 1:44 PM
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