From one generation to the next...

This weekend was a pretty big deal in the family.  One of our youngest members was baptized. 

To be honest I haven't really thought about what that could mean to a child because I don't have any.

I was born into a Catholic family and my baptism happened when I was two months old as the first part of the sacrament of initiation.  I have no remembrance of my baptism.  Not like that of Confirmation and Holy Communion. 

Here's a peek of me on that day.  See how cute I was.  That's me in the while dress. 

On Saturday my niece followed in these footsteps.  Kylie was baptized.  She is almost three years old.  A lot older than I was when it happened to me. 

I don't know what her thoughts were on Saturday.  Other than the fact that she got to spiff up in a pretty dress with shiny shoes.  Of course afterwards, there was a party in her honor with cake and gifts.

I guess the good news of her being older is that she will have a memory of today.  Or at least I think she will.  I have memories of that age, so I am assuming she will as well    She did look pretty fantastic and I have to admit I was impressed with her shoes.  Of course I have a pair that are very similar.  But I think her expression is priceless.  It truly says she knows she is in for a long, long (sigh)...long day.