After the baptism, standing in the changing area of the men’s room, my father asked why I was taking so long to change. In truth, I feared if I changed out of my soggy jumpsuit, I might lose the feelings that washed over me.
We stopped for pizza with friends on the way home at our favorite spot. Even now, I remember being just as excited for the dinner as I was for the baptism. It was part of a magic day that was long in the making with even longer lasting consequences.