This weekend, my last baby was blessed, and my first son was baptized.
We were given a paper to write on, to put in books for baptism memories.
All I felt today, seeing my wonderful eight year old son who still impulsively gives me kisses on the cheek, who can't stop talking about MineCraft and electronics kits, who can't keep his hands off his baby sister because he loves her so much, who has theories about the way the world and all its parts work, who says the most hilarious things in all seriousness so I have to stifle chuckles, but who still smiles at me when I accidentally let one go... seeing my son be baptized...
I felt that feeling you get when you know you're experiencing that perfect moment and you wish there was a way to capture it--more than a picture or a movie, but a moment you can immerse yourself in and come back to any time you want.
Today little Fern was blessed. The men who blessed her were all people who loved her, who loved the priesthood.
I love the priesthood.
That's what I felt today, seeing my son get baptized and my daughter get blessed.