Jonah's baptism

What a great day!

It's a really long story as to how it turned out this way, but suffice it to say that Jonah had his very own special baptismal service.

Jonah felt so special.  I was sharing my testimony toward the end, and he was on the front row just beaming up at me.  A couple of times his eyes filled up with tears as he felt the Holy Spirit.

I read his journal entry that night, and he said "Mom and Dad gave special talks just for me."  (We were invited up to share our testimonies right before the Bishop spoke.)

While we were waiting for him to change clothes, we handed out index cards for everyone to write a little note to him on his special day.  I need to get them all in a book so he can look at them over and over.

Jonah with his Grandpa Alston, whom he adores and idolizes.

Jonah is such a sweet boy.  He seems younger to me than his brothers and sisters did at this age, but I'm in no hurry for him to outgrow his little boy-ness.

He is kind and thoughtful, and generally undemanding.  If you let him, he will talk your ear off, but he's  patient when he needs to be.

He's got some great ideas, and the wheels in his head are always turning.  At any given moment you could ask him what he's imagining, and he would have an answer for you.  That makes it hard sometimes for him to stay focused on an assigned task!

At the end of second grade, he won the award for class clown.  He couldn't have been more proud!  He's always trying to come up with good new jokes.  One of his favorites that he claims to have made up:  What did one apple say to the other apple?  I wish we were a pear.

I sure am grateful to have Jonah in my life.  He is my little buddy, and such an important part of our family.