I know, I know. Liv cannot possibly be 8 already. Something is going on with the universe's time/space continuum.

Everyone was all smiles (some toothless) as her daddy baptized her in the Fayette Springs. So beautiful, and nice to have our closest family and friends around us for such a special occasion.
I had unfortunately misinformed Dylan that it was a "hot spring", when in fact it was a pretty cool spring. Poor Miss Liv usually runs the body temperature of a reptile anyway, and was all shivers as she got out.
I cried through pretty much the entire thing, which is nothing new because I cry through pretty much everything lately.
Nuncle Cabe gave a nervous Dylan a much needed "Hey, Brother" shoulder rub.
We're so proud of our Little Miss and the example she is to us. A primary leader told me that she recently gave the closing prayer, and "you would've thought it was a 95 year old woman up there! That girl gets it." She's mature beyond her years, with some spurts of spazziness mixed in there just for fun. Liv is unique and unafraid. She's my best helper and best friend. She is a gift from God and I treasure her every day. Oh, dang it, there I go again. Where's my kleenex?
7 comments:
It doesn't seem possible that Miss Liv's mother, my little girl, is 29 either! Congrats to Liv on her big day.
Yes, but I'll at least be 29 for several more years. She just keeps growing.
wow, what a special day! That looks like such an amazing experience for your family - congrats to Liv :)
I laughed at the "Hey brother back rub." That's awesome.
Liv's dress is so gorgeous and having her turn eight is so special! You can cry all you want!
Leah, just so you know, I started crying when I saw her with her dad all in white. Seriously, when did she grow up? Tell her "Chadly" and I love her and are so happy she made the choice to be baptized. The Church is true and she is going to be a great force for good for her Heavenly Father. Ok, one of my more sappier comments, but it was bound to happen eventually.
Oh that dress is to die for. I loved this post Leah! So suh-weet, almost brought a tear to my own eyeball!
8 years old. Holy cow. I am stunned. Beren will take the fateful plunge next May. Guess we should see if he knows what church we bleong to, eh?
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