It's quite traditional for photos to be taken before the service where the parents and child stand before a painting of Christ.
Typically this is how it works... unless of course you happen to be the parent of Albowin.
Albowin: wonder boy extraordinaire, Dennis the Menace made flesh, human bouncing ball whose blood runs as rich as sugar.
Albowin: anti-camera, pro-attention 8 year-old with a propensity towards utter silliness.
I could tell you about how,on Friday last, I felt a swelling in my heart and how in that hour or so I knew, once more, that the Savior was real. I could tell you how, with my son's baptism, I remembered my own promises to the Lord. I could tell you those things, but they wouldn't be truthful.
In truth I was at the very edge of sanity. I was thinking to myself--"Is it possible for you to be calm for 10 minutes!?"
"Is it possible for you to stand still!? For just one picture!?"
In the end, after the service was over and everyone who had joined us was on their way home. You might have found me collapsing into a chair and thanking the Fates that it would be another five years before I had to deal with a baptism again.
Later I asked Albowin how he felt about his special day. "It was wonderful." He exclaimed.