It’s Deja-Vu all over again, as the famous wordsmith Yogi Berra once said. Back at church getting ready to dump a bucket of holy water on my son’s head. It was that time again… The Baptism of Oliver Peter. A time honored tradition of absolving The Original Sin and then eating and drinking yourself into oblivion. That comes with the territory though. When you mix being Italian with any religious event you get a seven course meal and lots of arguing family members.
But this day was more than that. It was about the exorcism of Oliver. (According to the priest a baptism is actually an exorcism). Just smile and nod. That’s what I did.
It was a day to welcome Oliver’s godparents into the family. A day to commit to living a life of happiness and peace. I can’t wish anything more for my youngest son… happiness and peace. I love you little man! Congratulations on your exorcism… I mean baptism.
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