After seeing how much we owe to the government for taxes, I'm excited that not only do we have a wonderful babygirl, we also have a major deduction for tax season next year. YES!
Onto the first topic now. This past weekend, we were in Milton-Freewater for Nyla's dedication to God and the church. This was really important to us, as we wanted to start her on her journey toward faith and believing in something bigger than ourselves. Our families gathered together, some traveling hours just to witness our girl at her dedication.We stood before our minister, who was the same man who performed our marriage, and with Nyla's godfathers Rick and Tim, we had her blessed and dedicated to God. What a beautiful and wonderful experience for all of us.
But of course, Nyla couldn't let this occasion go by without putting her own signature stamp of approval on the whole occasion. She had gas. Bad gas.
Picture this: Paul is cradling Nyla, who is gently cooing in his arms. Doug (our minister) is standing in front of us gazing down at her. I'm gently caressing Nyla's head and smiling. Rick and Tim are standing next to us, also caught in the moment. Our families are looking on in awed silence.
"Welcome, everyone."
This is when Nyla decided to begin her stream of farting. And being the fruit of her father's loins, this was not a silent fart. I wouldn't describe it as thunderous, but it made a definite echoing noise that reverberated throughout the church. And this was not the only odiferous gift she gave to us; she farted the entire ceremony.
With a baby farting, it's really hard to concentrate and not laugh out loud. I felt like a 12-year-old boy, so juvenile for laughing at her gas. But it was funny, and it was memorable.
This weekend means more to Paul and I than our families will ever know. Special shout-out to our families: thank you for being with us this weekend. We love you and will see you again soon!
Our minister Doug, Tim, me, Paul, Nyla (farting I'm sure), Rick
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