4th generations, another baptized

Zachary David Broussard was baptized today,

on his parents first anniversary,

on Valentine's day,

by the same priest who married them.

He was the best baby out of the 4 who was baptized.

Didn't even cry when he took his dunk.

He was admired and adored by everyone who was there.

He is the most beautiful baby, just perfect in all ways.

A fourth generation which seems to continue on.

My own grandchildren will also be part of the fourth generation

but so is Bronson and Tedi.

Many years between all this generation.

In today's world I sometimes worry about this generation

but then again I shouldn't. With so many loving people having

their hands in our children why shouldn't they be okay?

Yet to Zachary I would like to say something I have said before:

You my little man are a lucky boy.

You see on our way from the church to your home,

your parents and yourself were behind me and because I am

a people watcher, I was watching in my rear view

mirror as I waited for the red light to turn green.

I watched your parents talking to each other,

I watched them feel the heater vent to see

if it were blowing too hard on you.

Then I saw the most simple gesture that made me know

you are lucky.

Your Daddy took your Mommy's hand in his,

he looked at her and he kissed the top of her hand.

She smiled back at him and the light turned green.

So you, my child, have one of the most important parts

in which to make a happy family.

The best thing a father can give his children is to love their Mother.

There is no doubt that your Daddy adores your Mommy.

Welcome to the faith we call Catholicism.

As the priest said today, you will never again be so pure

as you are now. He said we should genuflect at the sight

of a newly baptized baby because it is the closest you

will ever get to the purity of God himself.

The party after was fun. Fun to just hang out and talk,

Peter made the most awesome gumbo.

Chicken, sausage, Taso and eggs..

(yes, Peter they were the most perfect eggs)

The rice was a small problem but that is a story for

a whole "nother" blog

Of course, there was cake.

Oh and I must say how very proud I am of Cheryl.

After many years of working, working, working,

She has now cut down her days to three a week so she could

babysit for Zachary when M goes back to work.

Did I mention what a lucky boy he is, that Zachary?