I remember a year ago... I sat in a pew at the church watching the children be baptised. It was the children's Easter service at the Old North and there I sat, clutching one tiny picture of a child, my future child, in my hand. Her eyes were huge and full of shock and fear and I prayed... I prayed so hard that come next year we would be together. That God would keep her safe, until we could be. I watched the children, one by one, be baptised. I wondered, will she be here with me, next year... will she be ready to be baptised? The tears streamed down my face, and I prayed. A year has come and gone, and here we are. It is Easter and my little girl, my daughter, is with me. She was excited when she learned about baptism and was really looking forward to the day. Of course, she knew the baptism came first, then the Easter Egg hunt and the next day, Easter (and hopefully a visit from the Easter Bunny) One of my dearest friends, Bill, flew in from California to be her God Father. My sister Linda stepped in as her Godmother. My mother was present (of course ) my father, my Uncle Billy and Aunt Louisa, friends Kim and George, Terry and Socorro... Neighbors, Holly and Brian and Brian Jr, we were surrounded with love and support. Kajal was bouncing off the walls in her new pink (true princess) dress until the moment I held her in my arms and our Vicar Patty approached her for her blessing. She grew quiet and pensive and seemed to absorb the moments in serenity. She was amazing!

Holding her in my arms... nothing ever felt so right.


I wore the traditional Indian outfit that I wore the day Kajal was placed in my arms, for the very first time. It just seemed right...
She was incredible at the Easter Egg hunt. The hunt took place in the historic courtyard and gardens of the Old North, watching her weave in and out of the shrubbery, the crumbling bricks and faded wall mountings listing the hero's of wars long past reflected her as she pounced on a gold egg, a blue one.. a huge flowered one. Her laughter echoed around me.. she was truly at home.