It seems like nowadays there's at least something going on.
Picked up my S from camp last Friday afternoon. He shared with me that he had made a decision to be baptized. He wanted me to do it. Then he told me wanted to do it Sunday! So I set everything in motion to get it done. My S was pretty tired on Friday night so we just stayed home, picked up a pizza and relaxed.
I had shared with my W on Friday night my S's wishes to be baptized. She really didn't say a whole lot about it. But when I told her on Saturday that it was going to be Sunday, she got ticked at me about the short notice. I called her and we were able to smooth things over. She wanted to be there, and wanted some of her family to come.
I know I shouldn't have, but I had a serious high level of anxiety about my W coming to church on Sunday. That, combined with the excitement over my S getting baptized, led to lack of sleep on Saturday night.
Sunday came. My W came to my church for the first time since about March or April of last year. Unfortunately, this created a little sideshow of anxiety for me. (Will she want to sit with us? Is she going to show up? Will she feel judged?) I did my best not to worry about those things and just be myself. To some degree I was successful.
The baptism was awesome!! What a privilege to baptize your own S!! My W was there and graciously took pictures for me.
My W, me, my S, MIL, SIL, and my Mom all went out to lunch together. I was just myself at lunch. I joked around with everyone, including my SIL and MIL. My W seemed very disconnected. The subject of camp came up, and I had taken a picture on my phone of S kayaking. This was during the open house for the camp back in May. She loved the picture and asked if I could send it to her. I had posted the picture out on FB back in May, but she de-friended me last year so she's never seen the picture. We parted company with a round of hugs after lunch. I exchanged hugs with my MIL & SIL. My W exchanged hugs with no one.