What I found in the hints was one for my mother. It is a record of her baptism at age 2 months old into the Evangelical Lutheran Church. Her name is the last listed on this image above. My mother was the fourth child born but you can see that her father was so excited about her birth that he wrote her name in the parent section. Now, I have only known my mother as my mother. My whole life she has been a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I knew that she had joined the church as an older teenager- young adult, before she met my father. This baptism certificate begins a wonder of what else I don't know about my mother. I have heard some stories. My favorite is of the time she hit the boy that was teasing her sister, upside the head with her metal lunch box. She has always been feisty. With this magical discovery, I can image her, as a little baby, dressed in white, cradled by her father on this day of celebration.
Sometimes the most wonderful things are learned when we least expect it.