While Matty turned eight in March, we waited to have his baptism in June so more family could be in attendance. He was the only one from our stake being baptised so we could plan out what we wanted...which was nice. My mom lead the music (which Matty picked), my dad and Zack said the prayers, and I gave the talk. Short, sweet, and simple.
Since he had mentioned several times that he didn't want to get baptized (even on the morning of the day) we weren't sure it was going to happen. I wrestle with the implications of that choice, because it is a choice...his choice. If our Savior's plan provides us choice, and while I know I'm his mother and I can expertly coerce, force, guilt, or whatever other synonym you want to insert, I really felt baptism had to be Matty's choice. He did decide to be baptized, but even after he wasn't so sure. I guess now we wait and see...
Matty and Bishop Timothy
Matty, Zack, and Kaia
