Logan turned 8 last month. I can't believe he's so old. So, he got to get baptized today. We've been talking about this for a year now. Asking him if he wants to gets baptized and trying to see what he really understands about it. I've been impressed. He understands a lot more about it than I did when I got baptized at 8. (I don't think my parents did a bad job teaching me. I think that in this day and age, kids have to be stronger and know more at a younger age than I did. I believe Heavenly Father knows this and sends children who can live up to this challenge.) I think I got baptized because I knew I was supposed to. I tried to make sure that Logan felt like he had a choice, and I'm confident that he made his choice for the right reason.
We had some wonderful talks given to the children to be baptized. I was taken back to my time living at home while mom played a musical number on the piano. I remember when we would watch her play the organ in church. We would watch for her make a mistake. No one else ever knew that she had messed up. We did, because we would see her shake her head in disgust. I remembered that today, as I watched my mom pull faces as she played "I Am a Child of God". It made me smile. I thought the song was beautiful, and I'm glad she was willing to it. I think it will make a special memory for Logan.
It was a good day. Wonderful to be able to feel the spirit and be to be reminded of the constant companionship we can have. And, it's always wonderful to be able to spend time with family. I love my family, on both sides, and am grateful for the love and support they give to us. I'm glad they were there to share this special day with us.