It takes one towel to be draped around shoulders as they step out of the watering tub; to pat face, and to squeeze dripping hair.
To soak up as they stand and watch. They watch as the next one steps gingerly into the warmed water for their own dunking.
One towel for each body.
Each one standing because they choose to walk the life road differently.
Each body with one hand holding Youth Minister, the other holding Dad. Or one holding Youth Minister, the other holding Spiritual Hero; or one holding Youth Minister, the other holding Mom.
Then there is the couple wanting to start out their “rest of their lives” on a spiritual foundation.
There are plenty of tears. There are a whole bunch of smiles.
My heart can hardly handle the sweetness. The sweetness of seeing family gathered around.
The sweetness of having to buy more towels.