The party rocked

the party

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Baptism in Terno d’Isola is reminiscent of an assembly line factory on the brink of breakdown and chaos.

Thirteen babies, a rowdy and irreverent crowd of friends and family, one angry and frustrated priest, one disturbingly calm priest, a hot and humid day and the required decorum of clothing all combined to make a very stressful and uninspiring event for me.

Oh, and Amalia wanted to crawl up to the altar, grab the baby next to her and/or climb over the back of the pew where Manuel, the five-year-old son of her padrino and madrina was waiting with plastic figurines. . .

But the party afterward ROCKED.

The show of love for Amalia from her family and friends filled me with joy and gratitude.

And that joy and gratitude stayed with me up until the doctor at the public vaccination station slammed his hand on the table and yelled at me. That sort of dampened my rosy glow a bit. But it’s coming back now.