The Baptism of Ezra...

That's certainly a Biblical title for a blog post. To my over active imagination it brings images of trial and tribulation, ice and fire and the path less taken but it was only a bit of water over a baby head which is just the way it was done to me in the Methodist church so long ago. It surprised a usually cool character, Old Ez as we call him and he made a brief outcry but other that that a great Baptism. Thanks to Father Francis, a former priest at St. Patrick's who married Mary and Miguel for making the trip up to baptize Ezra. 

If you know Father Francis you know he's an Irishman straight from the Emerald Isle. You get married, buried or baptized by Francis you know you been married, buried or baptized and it's usually done in a mixture of English, Spanish and Gallic.  

Godparents were Beto and Davin. I don't know how long Miguel and Beto been friends but I know Mary and Davin have been friends since about age 3. 

The whole crowd, parents, grand parents, great grand parents and godparents. 

So no fire, no ice, the caterer thought it was next weekend but came though like a champ and there was cake. Ezra is baptized.