Not only did I watch footage of my beautiful grandparents, parents and (squeaky big) brother but I also was able to watch little 10 year old Sonya make what might be my first real public commitment to God, my baptism. Knowing what I know now about myself I find it a little bit, scratch that, I find it really funny how terrified I am. My stage presence maybe was a gift from God that came from baptism? It must be because I look like I am about to vomit everywhere. It might not help that I am wearing what appears to be the tapestries or a couch.
The important part is I remember giving my life that day to God. I remember the seriousness of the choice (hence the serious vomit expression). I remember being proud that all of my family was there and that Jesus and I shared a fake birthday together (December 25). I remember being excited that this was it, I was going to live the life of following my new best friend.