I remember being in church during Mass. Of course I didn't know it was church at the time - for some reason I thought we were at one of Mom's meetings. No idea why I thought that. (Her meetings at that time would have been the Ladies Guild at church, or something like it, considering she was a stay-at-home -mom / farm wife.)
Something more stands out. I remember that I was in Dad's arms. As a toddler, I was standing with my feet on the back of the pew in front of us, with Dad supporting me to stand.
I love that that is my first memory.
Looking back, it's sort of full circle.
Dad gave me a strong foundation of faith, raising me in the Catholic Church. From my earliest moment, I can remember Dad supporting me. Physically in this case - but his support never ceased - even when I was making decisions not everyone understood. All the while, my dad supported me.
This is the earliest photo of me that I know of,
taken on the day of my Baptism.
