it was good to be home for the long weekend. i had hoped to stay longer but things went haywire at work, and I didn't want to spend my family time on the phone or glued to the computer, so I flew back to california a few days earlier than planned
missy's baptism was lovely. she wore GoGo's gown. this year we will celebrate the 100th anniversary of GoGo's birth. (when liam and seamus were baptized, liam wore the gown and seamus wore the slip.)
it was bittersweet. everything has been bittersweet since mummy died. if she were here it would just be sweet.
i think it hit us all in the middle of the baptism. she should have been there.
but missy was wearing the gown that maura wore and mummy wore and GoGo before her so they were both part of the fabric of our day.
missy was a champ. she shed more tears during her kitchen sink bath that morning than she did when she was trotted out in all of her finery and then subjected to a splash of cold water on her head.
she looks at me sometimes like she has an old soul.
during her baptism, she gave me this look, as if to say, "please, casey, bust me out of here, get me out of this dress and lets have some carrots."
she reminds me of mummy when she does that.
