March 11, 1990:
Karen baptized by an Episcopal priest (a perfectly lovely man who in no way pressured her to join the Episcopal church, which she was not ready to do. She knew only one thing: "I must be baptized." Happily, Fr. Spencer obliged.)
Atticus, of course (though he had said in the preceding months that this Christian stuff was fine with him, as long as it didn't affect our lives.)
Friend Jack, who drove a few hundred miles to be there (and was later present for my reception into the Catholic Church, and even later, present with his wife at Atticus's reception into the Church.)
I guess it affected our lives.
And, since today is a little Easter, we shall celebrate the effects of this Christian stuff with great joy.