A coming of age. A symbol of commitment. A promise of discipleship. How can my baby be eight? What a love and what a joy she is. With a radiance in her eyes and a smile that is like sunshine, she charges the world, demanding to be seen, loved and adored. And if adoration is not forthcoming, she pokes, and prods and teases until the wall crumbles and she is there--arms outstretched--needing, wanting, hoping.Saturday, May 3, 2008
Mallory's Baptism
A coming of age. A symbol of commitment. A promise of discipleship. How can my baby be eight? What a love and what a joy she is. With a radiance in her eyes and a smile that is like sunshine, she charges the world, demanding to be seen, loved and adored. And if adoration is not forthcoming, she pokes, and prods and teases until the wall crumbles and she is there--arms outstretched--needing, wanting, hoping.After Party
Friends, family and food. Life doesn't get better than this! We celebrate Mallory, and ceremoniously sanctify the ordinance with laughter and love.
Sally and Bryanna and Keith Yip

My sweet and sassy sister

Cynth and Mamaw and Grandpa Steve

Aunt Shannon and Grandpa Larry

Cara Cragun and Cindy, Bryanna and Taylor Yip

Dad serving up lasagna.

"Shhhhh! I'm trying to be the center of attention!"

Uncle Scott and Baby Jane
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