Ken's Baptism

As I wrote about before, my stepdad Ken's baptism was this weekend! We all braved the crazy roads, which were probably the worst roads I've ever driven on because NOTHING was plowed and it was almost 8 inches deep! We almost didn't make it up the big hill to the church. 

But, alas, we did. And it was a beautiful thing.

My mom and Ken with the missionaries:

{Why are some missionaries so cute?}

My papa and Ken.

Me, my mom, Ken and Connor:

Me and my brother:

It started out with a prayer, a couple members of the church giving talks on baptism, and then a hymn before we went to the font for him to be baptized. 

After the baptism, we all went to my grandparents house and ate some delicious dinner! Everyone, of course, wanted to hold Alyla. 

Great Grandpa with Alyla:

Great Grams and Great Papa:

Cutest picture!

And then we went running BAREFOOT in the snow! But that's for another post. 

♥

To my lovely Mormons.

I was hanging out with my grandparents the other day and my grandma expressed how much she loves my hair.

How could she not, seeing that it went from this to this:

I can't believe I ever had hair that looks like that. Thanks a lot FRIENDS for letting me go out in public looking like that.

ANYWAYS, she was saying that she loved it and that it made me look more mature, not 'old'. I liked her way of putting it because I've always looked older than my age, yet my new hair makes me look younger and older at the same time. 

I told her that I think I look mormon. I'm even starting to wear modest t-shirts like a Mormon. {And yes, I know, not all t-shirt wearing people are Mormons, calm down.}

Now, some people may take offense to me saying stuff like that. I truly don't mean it to be offensive though. Some people may even take offense to the fact that I tag some of my blog posts with 'My Mormon Is Showing." I feel that since I was raised Mormon and know quite a bit about the Mormon 'culture' I can make comments like that. It's also my way of expressing who I am, and a lot of my really great qualities I have I attribute to the fact that I was raised Mormon. So I guess in a way, it's me giving credit to them. Whoa, I know, weird way of showing my love. Despite the flashy tattoos and the fact that I'm very much so a democrat, I'm a Molly Mormon at heart. Besides, I rarely say anything bad about that religion, and it's usually not my place to say anything. {Except when it comes to LGBT rights. Moving on...}

I absolutely love ALL of my Mormon family and friends, and don't care what religion they are. I think that as long as it makes them happy, why not? 

My step dad is getting baptized into the LDS {Mormon} church today. My grandparents and mom asked me how I felt about it, and I think they were a little surprised by my answer. I said I was HAPPY. Excited even! 

Why would I be excited that he wanted to be part of a church that I disagree with on SO many things? {Yet there are also many things I agree with!} 

Because it makes him HAPPY. I want him to be the happiest person he can possibly be and if belonging to that church makes him happy, then it makes me happy. He's gone through some tough things recently and I think it's great for him to have a support system, whether it's through other members of the church, his visiting teachers, or just knowing there is a 'God' out there who is protecting him and loving him. {I don't believe in God with a capitol G, but I believe in something, I just don't know yet. Definitley not a god, though, more of a feeling, but that's for another post.} 

Whatever can get him through the hard times is wonderful and I'm glad he has that. 

I have delicious food and crafting, so why should I be upset he has his God?