I finally gave up my heathen ways and was Baptized on August 10th, at St. Catherine of Siena in West Simsbury. I didn't go quietly though; I cried for the entire Sacrement, except for the very end when everyone clapped for me. I wore a white dress shirt and vest, with a bow tie that Mom and Dad fidgeted with, but ultimately gave up on when it came time.
I was excited because that jokster Jesuit Paul Holland, S.J., came down from Beantown to bless me. He told lots of funny jokes at the party afterward. Mommy and Daddy got me a beautiful cake from Mozzicatos, and everyone said it was delicious, but I wouldn't know-- I'm still not allowed to eat cake.
Here are the pictures of the big day
