On a cool winter’s morning last weekend, Byron, baby Love and I arrived at St John’s Anglican Church to celebrate the baptism of baby Sam, or Super Sam as he is known to his family and friends.
I met Sam at a local parents group when he was only a few weeks old. His mother, Lyndall was warm and friendly, the kind of girl I might have shared a glass of wine with if we’d known each other before we were pregnant. Sam and Love were born two weeks apart at the same hospital last winter and here we are, almost one year later.
I was truly touched that Darren and Lyndall asked us to capture precious moments from Sam’s baptism and though I haven’t known them very long, we were welcomed to join them inside the dark little church as the rain fell outside and then afterwards, for an intimate family lunch at a nearby resort.