Oliver was baptised on Sunday! He was great. He didn't cry, and he even let the pastor hold him and walk him up the aisle. He has become a bit of a Momma's/Daddy's boy. He usually always wants one of us. I guess it's the age.
Aubrey did well too. He said he was a little nervous, but I have to admit I was too. I could just see me taking a header down the center aisle. It is cobblestone and I was wearing heals. I know I walk down it every Sunday, but not by myself, and usually not in such high heals.
Family came from Corinth to witness the event. We ate lunch at the Cobb Lane restaurant where most all of the women got Bloody Marys and Mimosas. (Except for Donna, she can't drink champagne, and me, I get too sleepy.)That was a real twist!
