Vaya Con Dios

I had a wonderful day on October 21st. My godparents Bobbie and Michael stood by me as I was christened by Father Harak. It was a good time, but the traffic was a bear. Glad I wasn't driving. I may have cried, a lot, when they poured the water on my head, but I told my mommy, "That is not the end that needs cleaning right now!".
I got to wear the same gown that my daddy, brother, and Uncle Michael wore. They did not mention it to anyone-the hand me down thing. My aunt Nancy and cousins wore it too! It came from Ireland and my Nana bought it a long time ago. My Godmother bought me cute booties and a bib to make it my own though. Pieces of flair.
We went to a nice lunch in an intimate Irish place afterwards. I am used to eating right next to somebody, so I was fine. There was a big cake, too, and they sang Happy Christening to Me. Luke blew on it, which is really a habit now. He's 2. He'll learn. God Bless You too!