Brady was baptized today. It was a beautiful day with just a dusting of snow. Once again the gown was worn that my grandma made for Erin. She and I, along with our children have worn it. The scene in our house was pure chaos: Ross and Olivia running and playing, the boys playing hide and go seek, the girls running around, the adults trying to talk over the sounds of happy children, a few tears, and of course all while eating a delicious meal mostly prepared by my mother. My niece Hope slept through much of it, and after awhile, Brady crashed too. The day was perfect, and it was all because of our precious baby.
I can't believe how much Brady resembles Ryan as a baby. I have been looking at Ryan's scrapbooks (I had time to complete his), and it's incredible how similar they are. Ryan turns nine in five days. It is very bittersweet looking at my original baby and seeing his reflection in Brady. I am blessed beyond words.