I had been stressed and concerned leading up to the morning of her dedication. What should she wear, should she wear the fancy long white dress my Dear Sister lent to us...or since our church is a little more casual, should she wear a shorter dress?
What if she starts crying again and has another meltdown during the dedication????
I almost postponed it 'til another time ...maybe when she's a little bit older. But, one of our pastor's is leaving, and he had been with us during our time of prayer when we weren't sure if we were ever going to get pregnant. We really thought it would be nice if he was able to be the one there with us that day. So, I went ahead with it.
It all came about so suddenly we really didn't have time to invite other family members or plan a day to celebrate when we arrived home. We did get Gramma Daisy to come over on the train so this was special for Dear Bebe.
Turned out Dear Bebe was great, it was me who cried.
Couldn't help it. As soon as we all gathered in the front pew of the church and we started singing, the tears started coming down my face. In my heart I know how grateful I am to God for giving us this wonderful gift in Dear Bebe. I thank Him for her everyday. We were also thankful to the congregation for standing up with us, promising to help support us in our journey with her as a church family. A very special moment indeed.