Actually I’m a Godmother. It’s basically the same thing. Except I get to sleep at night and get to swoop in for unlimited cuddles whenever I feel like it (which is all the time).
A few months ago, my best friend/sister/soul-mate Marie and her husband, Nathan, asked me to be the godmother to their daughter, Evie. I was overcome with emotion and went into the ugliest cry of happy tears.
Last Sunday we celebrated Evie’s baptism and our bond was made official! I love my nieces tremendously and becoming an aunt (3 times!) changed my life in the best way possible. Being asked to be someone’s godmother takes everything to the next level.
I THINK this means, that if something were to happen to Marie and Nathan, I would (obviously) become legal guardians of their daughters. Thus, setting myself up for the plot of the best romantic comedy of all time. I’m already living the first half of a romantic comedy: Single career woman resigns herself to life alone with bottles of wine and cats, when all of a sudden she becomes a single “mom” of two.
OH the laughs we’ll have!
And there will be these really touching moments where I’ll say something like, “All this time I thought I was raising them. Turns out, they were raising ME.”
Then someone like, Channing Tatum, will be a school teacher whose like, really good with kids and rides a motorcycle but wears cardigans and he’ll be all, “I admire you for adapting to motherhood so well.” and then four minutes later (movie time) we’ll be in love and a “new family.”
What was I saying?
I’ve felt so overwhelmed this week with love, so grateful to my friends for this honour and so excited to have that connection to Evie. I hope she’ll know how loved and special she is for the rest of her life!