Blessing Day

Sunday was a beautiful day at our house. Neither Robert or my self are actively involved in any church but I was raised LDS. We had Jack blessed in my parent's ward when he was two months in the the typical fashion, with three other babies on Fast Sunday during Sacrament meeting. We'd invited all of our (non church) family and after the blessing was over, Robert and I had to leave to get the lasagna's out of the oven so that we'd have food to eat when everyone came over after church... Well, the WHOLE fam got up to leave, eek. What a memory but I really didn't want to go through all of that again. I did some looking around online and found that there should be nothing wrong with blessing a baby at home. In fact, a lot of people did that because it was more personal and not to mention comfortable for people who were unfamiliar with all of the ceremony that happens in the chapel on Sunday. I wasn't sure when we'd do it and Robert was really leaving things up to me since he knows that it was something important to me. I wanted to do it because we'd done it for Jack and I'd been blessed as a baby.

My mom told me that she'd signed up to have the missionaries over for dinner on Easter Sunday, not realizing that it was Easter. Our original plans for the day were to go to the Rennisance Faire since we weren't hosting our annual Brunch and Egg Hunt. Well, our plans changed. The Imbachs were going to come down from Ontario and the Elders would be here for dinner, it seemed like we'd have just the right amount of Priesthood to handle blessing my baby. So we prepared enough food to be worthy of a Holiday dinner, feeding missionaries and celebrating a blessing all in one.

We of course wanted to invite family and friends to share this special day with us. Since there were going to be a few kiddos, I thought we couldn't have them all over on Easter without doing an egg hunt. I had wanted to do one for Jack anyway. It turned out that we had 6 little ones hunting eggs,
6 hungry missionaries, (Elder Majors and Elder Mortenson in the midde, come over to play with Jack on occasion)
3 grandmas, 1 great grandma, 6 aunties, 4 uncles, 1 tutu and a papa, 2 family friends, Robert, myself, and Nohea here Sunday afternoon... it was a house full of love needless to say.
The munchkins hunted for eggs, at the impromptu egg hunt, that we'd dyed that morning and plastic ones that Brina and Maga helped fill the afternoon before. After they all scored and were counting their jellybeans and quarters, we all gathered under the Gazebo in the backyard as Uncle Craig blessed baby Nohea.
She smiled and cooed during the whole thing as Jack had done when Tutu gave him his blessing 4 years ago. She wore the same dress that I wore when I was blessed more than 25 years ago... and that Brina had worn for her own blessing 20 years ago. It was such an amazing experience to share with my baby girl. Her blessing was beautiful and I couldn't have asked for anything better. After a dinner of Ham, Cheesy "Mormon" Potatoes, Mac and Cheese, "Kitchen Sink" salad and fruit and veggie munchies, we visited, played some catchprashe and listened as kiddos giggled and bounced around on the trampoline. I love my family.