I wondered as I unpacked the gown from it's box if it would still fit. Most who had wore it had done so when they were mere months old and here she was 16 months old. As I tried it on I smiled as I realized that it would indeed fit, and this little one would be wearing a gown worn by so many others in her family. I wonder if my mom realized the tradition she started when she purchased this gown for me so many, many years ago. I wore it in 1964, followed by my sister in 1968. My cousins Paulette and Shawna wore the gown for their baptisms. It was then packed away for many years waiting for the next new baby to wear it. That baby would be my first born daughter Beckie who wore it in 1985, followed by her sister Cassandra in 1989. Once again it was packed away, waiting.... Grace wore it next in 2001. I thought that it would once again stay packed for a long while and that perhaps the next child to wear it would be a grandchild. Love how life doesn't always go as one thinks and when Reyna came into our lives I did hope that she too would be able to wear the gown for her baptism. As time passed I thought perhaps that wouldn't be the case, which brought us to the day a few weeks ago when I unpacked the gown just to see if it might work.
She looked adorable, rather clueless to the significance of that gown. I love that the she was surrounded by the spirit of all those who had wore it before her, wrapped in the love and beauty that is each person who wore that gown for their baptism. How special that is.
Something purchased so long ago for one, and shared with another and then another, continuing through time and history of our family...I imagine my mom never imagined the ones who would wear it, or the significance it would hold in our families story when she chose it for her first born daughter. I love that Reyna wore something, picked by her grandmother, who she will never meet, it felt as tho my mom was there with us yesterday sharing that special moment in our family.