Wow, what a special day. Malia was surrounded by family, not everyone in our extended family but all of her sisters were there which is a rarity. It was special to see my Dad baptize Malia, knowing that he has not been a member his whole life. Since my family was sealed in the Washington DC temple when I was eight, and Megan and I were the same size then, Malia wore our white dresses. She wore one to get baptized in and the other after. She looked beautiful and very sweet. I have to admit it was hard to speak at the baptism not only because it was such a special day and I didn’t want to screw it up, but because Malia was looking around the room for some of the time. I hope she wasn’t too bored.
To think that just eight years ago my little sister was born and born on a day of such tragedy for our nation. Our family probably doesn’t remember the day like everyone else because we were given a gift. Malia truly is a gift. She is the little caboose of our family and we just adore her. Malia is fun and so funny. She is loving and so sweet. She is thoughtful and selfless, which is hard for a child but she is. And I hope that one day I can live just five blocks away so that she can rub off on me.
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