When leaving church yesterday, the chix and I headed for the baptismal font to get holy water prior to leaving.
We spotted a little one. Toddler. Tiny little girl who was obviously experimenting with freedom, but also trying to keep her mommy in her line of sight. She couldn't have been older than 14 months.
She had on a tiny little dress. And sandals with tights. And cutesy little pigtails high up on her little head. She toddled closer and closer to the baptismal font.
I was watching to make sure she didn't make a break for freedom.
But someone else was watching too.
A little guy. Couldn't have been older than four or five.
He came up to the font and got some holy water. He blessed himself.
Then he turned, bent, and blessed the forehead of the little girl.
And when he turned back, beaming, I realized he had Downs syndrome.
Without intending it, he blessed me, too.