Welcome to the Church, Thomas. Officially baptised Thomas Michael in a service at our church, St Paul's, Shipley.
What a cracking day. The date was organised before Thomas was born, so there was enough time to get organised and make sure everything went smoothly.
The service was really lovely. It was the first time the church had used that order of service, which has the parents, godparents, and child (in our case, children, as Marisca wanted to be part of the action too) up at the front 4 or 5 times during the service. I liked this, as this is our church and we felt really welcomed and part of the service, rather than just as a bolt-on. So many of the congregation came up afterwards to coo over Thomas: this is pretty standard to a normal Sunday, and is great.
Thomas wore his special dress for the ceremony, that which his sister, mum, gran, and grandad were all baptised in. Doesn't he look nice!
We had a party afterwards at a local hotel. Enough family and friends, both local and not, that we filled the room nicely but not too many that we couldn't make sure everyone had cuddles that wanted them. Lunch, cake, balloons, this party had it all.
To date we only have one photo with the four of us in (anyone reading this who has any nice photos from the day, please send them over!). Marisca wielding a large knife, Daddy with his hand ready to pounce if needed.
Does this one speak for itself?
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