Today we went to a christening (infant baptism) for a friend's baby. That was tough...a definte reminder of not having a church family to dedicate Hope in.
So after some mis-directed anger and a few tears, I got over it. More like, God reminded me that Hope isn't my child or even our child, but God's.
There is no reason we can't invite to our house to dedicate Hope to God. It's not the place, it's the people--us committing to raise Hope in the Lord, and our friends promising to help us and pray for her (and us).
It definitely makes all these things more work....but maybe that's a good thing.