This spring I was the recipient of a huge honor; I became a Godmother to this beautiful 2-year-old girl. She has the best belly laugh ever, and I love that she has can possess the same impish gleam in her eyes as her mother. It’s going to be fascinating to see who she grows into, and I’m so excited that I’ll get to be around for it.
I also remain so thankful that, through some good timing and the advice of a mutual (and very dear!) friend, I moved in with her mother several years ago and found such an amazing, creative, fun, wise friend. Oh, and dad is all right, too. (Hey Will! Thanks for settling the “who has the bigger nose” argument that one night. A good house guest should always be handy with a ruler.)
These are a few quick snapshots from Eden’s baptism, or as I kept calling it in my head, “My Godmother Ceremony”. Is making it more me-centered a bad sign? Nah, I didn’t think so, either.
Love these girls.
Before the ceremony we walked over to a lot adjacent to the church, awaiting our big march in. Eden stayed close to her grandfather.
What? “Oise” is a perfectly normal middle name.
Ok, Godmother may have gotten an L stuck to her sweater when, as part of her duties, she went in to fetch this. Don’t worry! The L was found! You know, once the night was over, and I was on my way home. Peeled that guy right off. And realized I had skipped right over becoming my mother to becoming my grandmother, who once walked through the grocery store with her pantyhose dragging behind the legs of her sweatpants.
Matching shoe styles with Daddy.
Back at home…
Hey. I didn’t pledge anything about not encouraging nose-picking. That wasn’t in the handbook.