Day Ten - Road trip to baptism

A big part of growing up is feeling that you are a part of something. When your daddy grew up your grandparents made the decision to join the roman-catholic faith, which in the 70/80-ies was a safe and wholesome group to join. The social interaction that occurred during your daddies growing years was centered around a place of learning (which would be school) and a place of faith (which would be church). On the tenth day of our daddy-daughter adventures I took you to the second place. The place of faith. The deeper explanations surrounding that time will be put to (e-)paper before you can read(...I promise), but today we went to my old church to see how we are going to transport and lift the "cradle of baptism" to the backyard of your grandparents.

With respect to the story and to the effort which will be made to realize this event... I will pause here and just show you a picture of a very special place were your father took a picture of you. This is just the beginning of a bigger story an d because these blogs are just small entries, my short version will not to the story justice. So here you have a picture of you on the spot where there used to be a statue... to be continued...