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Kaybree's Baptism

I am not very good at writing on this blog. This is something your mom is really good at. But since today is Father's Day and yesterday was your baptism, I thought I'd write down some memories of yesterday before I forget. This is the best Father's Day present I could have asked for. My first Father's Day, you were in the hospital with mom. This is something I couldn't wait to do for 8 years!

Kaybree, you were so excited yet also really nervous about your baptism. I am not sure why you were nervous other than you saying that you didn't like everyone watching you. But you looked so beautiful in your white dress with your purple glasses and still slightly dyed red hair. We got to the church building early and you quickly changed in to your jumpsuit, before we could take pictures. We sat in the front row next to Brodie and Jonathon. Brodie, thankfully, took a bunch of photos of us as we waited to enter the water. I had my arm around you and you held my hand. They were really sweaty! I was nervous too. You are the first of my children that I get to baptize and the first person I have baptized since I was a young missionary.

Grandpa Dave gave the first talk on baptism. He had you come up front and he talked about how we wash our hands frequently to get rid of dirt is similar to baptism, repentance and the sacrament. Brittany then got up and gave a talk on the Holy Ghost. I am really glad that we had her give that talk. The spirit filled the room and I'm not sure who else cried, but I did. She gave you a large bag of 300 dum dums, because she's Brittany.

We then got the opportunity to enter the water. Luckily, it was nice and warm, since we had to refill it (there was a baptism earlier in the day and the drained it when they were not supposed to). Eisley and Aspen watched from the glass and then you were baptized! Mom and Martin Chikuni were the witnesses. Only had to do it once!

Afterward, I confirmed you a member of the Church of Jesus Christ and conferred upon you the Holy Ghost. Grandpa Vance, Grandpa Dave, Dan, David, Martin and Brother Hulet all stood in the circle.

Kaybree, this was a special day for me as I know it will be for you as well. You have such a tender and sweet spirit about you. You are someone who is going to influence so many people because of your goodness. I am excited to see your growth in the church and as a person.



I love this picture of you (above) of you smiling

This is during Aunt Brittany's talk and I am pretty sure she just said something funny









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