To the Office of Deacon

Caleb has always hated wearing a tie. It was a battle we chose not to fight but we made it clear that once he turned twelve, he needed to dress the part of one who holds the priesthood. In anticipation of his birthday, he decided that he not only wanted to wear a white shirt and tie but that he wanted a full suit. We were happy to oblige.

Have you ever seen a deacon quite this handsome?

Caleb felt especially lucky to be able to choose his suit from Mr. Mac's racks when we were in Utah. We told him that it was the store where all the missionaries bought their suits and he was convinced he must be the only one in the ward to be so fortunate as to have a suit from the popular store. He was also impressed with their selection of BYU ties, which was an absolute must to complete his Ordination Sunday ensemble.

He interviewed with his bishop early this morning. Good thing it was Dad because I've never seen this kid so nervous. The thought of being presented to the ward for their sustaining vote had him tied in knots. He was worried about having everyone stare at him.

The bishop/Dad called him to the stand and he stood facing Jon, only showing the ward members his profile. He lifted his own hand to sustain the action then walked briskly back to his seat. Once safely at our pew, he let out a huge sigh and said, "I feel so much better now."

Jon ordained him to the office of Deacon and gave him a beautiful blessing. (Yes, I did cry. But only a little bit.)

He's a little nervous (and excited) to pass the sacrament next week but he's proud as punch in his nifty attire.

The girls wanted in on the photographs...

I would've loved a picture with father and son in their coordinating BYU ties but when your Dad's the bishop, he leaves the house before you get up and gets home much later than you care to stay in your suit. Even if it is from Mr. Mac.