It didn't take me too long to think of this and wasn't as hard as I thought after one night going through some photos. So here is my Gallery offering:
Here is my Dad with Little Miss and my Little Man on their Christening day. It was a wonderful day and I do love this photo (wish he shaved though! Sorry Pops) but what I really want you to focus on is the beautiful Christening gown Little Man is wearing as that is where the story lies.
This gown was first worn by me when I was christened. I was born in 1989. My brother was born in 1991 and was also christened in the gown. Finally my sister, who was born in 1994 wore yes, this very same gown and nothing has changed on it. Nothing.
Not so long ago one of my 2nd cousins was christened in this gown up in London. We wore it when we lived in Gloucestershire, Tetbury. My son had his big day Cornwall, so it has traveled a fair bit too!
But what is even more wonderful is that this gown is made from the very same material as that of my mothers wedding dress. My mother made her own wedding dress and kept material back. When we were born she made this gown adding only a few new extras that were needed. How wonderful is that?
So for me, that's a little part of our history that stays firmly within our family.
To read more stories and see some more wonderful photos please click the link below to see Tara's fab blog Sticky Fingers