Monday, November 14, 2011
Samuel Louis Carter.
Named after his great-great grandpa and great grandpa, on Ben's side.
For some reason I always imagine these days as measured, smooth, peaceful, so that they'll forever remain in my memory as the most special of days. Okay, so maybe that dream was a little too romanticized. Putting it mildly, the time leading up to the blessing was out of control!
Sunday was true to form. Sweet Lincoln aced the task of keeping his siblings wound up. Always a bundle of energy, I think he had to sit on his bed three times before we left for church. I had to remove him from the goings-on so the goings-on could keep going on:). The day you bless your baby is NOT the day to be late for church.
It was time. Most thankfully, the blessing went off without a hitch. Sam was awake, but quiet. Ben gave Sam such a sweet blessing. Sam looked beautiful and snug in his little white knit blessing outfit. My few moments of peace had passed. Sam started fussing, so I had to leave and feed him. This time, successfully, but I missed sitting with my family. My parents, Ben's parents, my grandma, and three aunts all came to support us. I was so grateful, yet I didn't get to spend any time with them because they had to leave after sacrament meeting.
Some days just don't go as planned. That's life, I guess. But we made the best of a crazy day (Tried to, anyway. I think I was a little too grouchy. Thankfully, kids forgive that kind of stuff.) We sent them off to bed, warmed by hugs and kisses. And they were smiling.
at 10:43 AM