Today I attended my cousin, Evan's, baptism. A little known fact that I found out on Thanksgiving, Evan was born on November 29th one month before mine.
Anyways so I attended his baptism and I watched my little cousins sit at the front of the font to watch him get baptized I realized how fast time was passing, I remember when Evan was just a baby and I loved him. Now he's 8 and got baptized, I'm happy but I'm also very intimidated by the amount of time that is passing so quickly.
I sat in the room with my family and friends of my family and I realized as I was talking to my aunt Kathleen that the next big family event could very well be my wedding. If not it'll probably be another baptism either my cousin Kyle or Abby.
It's refreshing to be around such good influences. After my cousin was confirmed I heard my little cousin who's either 3-4, Stephen, he ran over to the front row and said softly "Can it be my turn next?" I felt like I was gonna cry.
I thought about my baptism and realized that maybe I forgot what it meant to be baptized maybe for a little bit.
But yea that's what I did that day.
