even to say it makes me feel more like a grown up. Goddaughter. Goddaughter. Goddaughter. these are things in life that i never in a million years thought would move me to tears and make me smile every five minutes. but they do. and i'm thrilled. Goddaughter.
grown up. what does it even mean? i still think of myself as young but much less care free. i have crazy irrational fears about my child and my upstairs furnace (which at the moment is making some kind of terrible noise). i sometimes don't brush my teeth until 2pm. i talk to my child as if he were 27. i feel accomplished if i get the floor mopped. does this make me grown up? i still feel punk rock on the inside... but i digress... the real reason for the post. Goddaughter.
to be a Godparent is a responsibility we will take seriously and joyfully.



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