Before you scroll down to see the picture of Bria and her father before her baptism, you need to understand a few things about Bria.
1. Bria has a very difficult time adjusting to the idea of new things, let alone the new thing itself.
2. Bria hates doing anything in front of people, including playing her violin, speaking in church or school, saying prayers for anyone other than her immediate family, etc.
3. Bria likes her clothing to look "cool" at all times.
So, armed with that information, I'll tell you a quick bit about the day. We needed to be at the stake center at 4:30 in order for Joel and Bria to get dressed in their whites. Around 4:15, everything that could possibly go wrong at our house did indeed go wrong. We couldn't find Chloe's other shoe, Bria's new dress ripped and there was no time to sew and I could only find one safety pin, Sophie woke up from her 3 hour nap totally cranky (from all the Halloween candy, no doubt) and refused to wear anything but pink boots and wouldn't let me do her hair, I forgot my sheet music for the musical number, Joel couldn't find things he needed and on and on and so forth ad infinitum.
As soon as we finally drove up to the stake center, Bria refused to get out of the car (see number 1) and began to cry about being embarrassed and nervous to go through with her baptism (see number 2). We finally convinced her that all was well, and she came with us and got her white jumpsuit. I took her in the ladies' room, where she changed into it and immediately burst into tears upon seeing its less than fashionable shapelessness (see number 3). She flat out refused to come out of the bathroom, for fear someone would see her (see number 2) and also voiced her worries about being dunked under the water (see number 1).
I knew it would happen, because I know my daughter. I did my very best to prepare her for weeks and weeks, but it wasn't quite good enough. I considered it a victory that she even went to her baptismal interview with the bishop, and that she was excited about inviting her best friend to the ceremony. But it wasn't quite enough to assuage all of her fears.
So, by the time she was willing to get her picture taken, she was still having issues with the whole situation and refused to look happy. Also, by this time, there was only 5 minutes left before start, so there wasn't a lot I could do to happify her.
Do not despair, though. All four of her grandparents came and gave her pep talks and helped her to cheer up. When she and Joel were sitting together in the chapel in the opening meeting, he loosened her up in a way only he can (Joel can always make Bria laugh). Once everything was underway, I saw smiles from her and knew that all was well.
The baptism itself was wonderful, and Bria was very calm and only a little embarrassed. I cried and she didn't. I know she felt peace from the Lord, and knew she was doing a wonderful thing.
And indeed she was.