Well, it was a great day, our baby endured the ceremony in true Christo Style (screaming) and I have to say Father Lefteris is a dude. He is as humanistic a Greek Orthodox priest as I have had the pleasure of meeting. He did a great job as did her Godfather Paul and Helen my beautiful wife.

After the ceremony we sauntered down to the venue on the church grounds, which is in effect an old weather beaten shed, nestled in old massive pine trees that filled your nose with an amazing array of smells.

Around us were scattered families relaxing under trees after the service that had nothing to do with our soirée. It was surreal at one point as I went around the back of the shed to see groups of middle aged women preparing the feast that we would consume. Their hands mushing flower, meats, eggs, and vegetables, all the while singing and laughing together. The men, eagerly around the gyro as it cooked to a perfection for our guests. It was truly a poem in motion.

The kids gave the jumping castle a right hiding, ours and a few other families for that matter.

The photos are still coming, but here’s a peak at our freshly dunked cherub!