Last night was an emotional evening for me as I watched John be baptized. As I stood and held my son at the back of the church all I could think about was when the girls were baptized. When they were baptized, Steve held them and I held onto his arm for dear life trying to hold myself up. I didn't get to stand with ease and enjoy the moment. I was far to worried that I would tumble to the ground. Last night, I felt like I was living someone else's life. How is it that I was able to hold my own child as he received the sacrament of baptism? As I held back my tears, I thanked God for all He has given me.