We got to the chapel 10 minutes early and as our family arrived, Buster greeted as many as he could with tight hugs and high fives.
He sat through the talks by his cousin and uncle with anticipation and sprang from his chair when it was time to get wet.
After the ordinance prayer and when it was time for immersion, Buster jumped up, causing Spouse to have push him down into the water. It was funny to watch and even funnier that his feet never made it under. There was a redo.
Buster immerged from the changing room in his new suit and white shirt, his grin a mile wide. He looked perfect to me.
Not long afterwards, out in the parking lot I found him racing around, chasing his cousins. He tripped, hard, skidding to a stop. I heard 5 aunts gasp with me as we expected to see holes in the knees of the new suit pants and possibly a few tears or at least a sad face. But he popped up, pants in tact, dusted off his scraped up hands and kept running.
During our luncheon I lost count of how many bottled root beers Buster consumed. Its his favorite beverage and I wasn't going to slow him down on his special day.
A few days later, back at home in AZ, a while after I had tucked him in and turned off the light, I heard murmurs coming from his bedroom. I cracked the door and found him huddled under blanket with his night light, reading from his new, engraved scriptures.
What a kid.