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.