You guys, it was a BIG weekend around here. On Saturday night, Mr. RH got baptized into the Catholic Church.
It has been a long, long road to get us to this day. Back when we got engaged, we had spoken about various options involving weddings and churches, but neither of us was completely prepared for how extensive of a process it was to join the Catholic church here.
Because we got engaged right as the 9 months of classes were starting, we (and by we I mean Mr. RH) had to make a split-second decision as to whether or not he would join the Catholic church... and once we made the decision, it wasn't easy to stick to.
I grew up in the Catholic Church (and Catholic schools), so I have always felt entitled to take the teachings of the church with a grain of salt. I rationalize that the very human people who run the Church make mistakes - like the condemning of gay persons, which I refuse to agree with. I do believe change has to come from within - and like any huge organization, in the church it's going to take a long while.
All that back story to say - Mr. RH got baptized on Saturday night, during the longest mass that I've ever been to ever. In over three hours, there were 7 readings, many prayers, and baptism of a small group of people and the confirmation of a large group of people.
Mr. RH's parents and grandmother attended, which meant a lot to both of us. His mom had terrible church experiences growing up, and I was most nervous going in because I didn't know how she would react.
She, as usual, was amazing and I know now more than ever how lucky I am to have such a supportive mother-in-law. I know not everyone is so lucky.
Unfortunately, I have zero pics from Saturday night. I was too wound up and it was so late - we didn't leave until nearly 1 am. And I am no night owl.
We celebrated with root beer floats from Steak n Shake. I gave up all soda for Lent and I am happy to report that, for the first time in a LONG while, I actually stuck to my resolution!
Yesterday, we spent the day with some of Mr. RH's family at his parents house. We had the nicest 45 minute drive to get there together. The sun started peeking through the clouds (it was supposed to rain most of the day), and I can't remember feeling that peaceful in a long, long time.
Of course, then we arrived and I couldn't remember being happier in a long, long time. Baby!!!!!
Remember this little chicken leg from December? So tiny she could get shoved in a Christmas stocking?
Not anymore! At 4 months old, Savannah is quite the ham and the happiest baby I've seen in a good long time!
Girl was cracking up at anything and everything all afternoon - after she dozed in my arms for over an hour while I stared at her. It was a good time, despite Mr. RH mocking my baby fever. It's real, people!
I mean, HELLO?! Look at those sweet cheeks and that big smile!