We had Gabe’s Baptism this past weekend and it was great. My mom and brother flew in for the event. On the morning of the event we were up early and attended 11am mass before the ceremony at St. Gabriel’s. The last baptism I attended at St. Gabe’s was my brothers in 1985. A few things had changed since then, but I was happy to have my son baptised where I went to school and have a strong connection.
We found out that Gabe was being baptised with 3 other boys (2 infants and a 5-year-old). They had the parents and children sit in the front row of the pew and the godparents in the row behind. With all the babies lined up it was a matter of time before the crying started. We were proud of Gabriel to be the last baby to cry. The priest took his time talking about what baptism means and the role of the godparents, or at least that’s what I think he was talking about. The babies were a challenge to talk over. But Gabriel did great getting water dumped on him and then all the pictures.
My brother, Andrew, is the GodFather, he basically said he was taking on this role as soon as he found out I was pregnant. Scott’s younger sister, Michelle, is Gabe’s GodMother. After the ceremony and a lot of pictures we headed over to Debbie’s Station Pizzeria for some lunch and cake. It was a great afternoon!