While I do enjoy going home to New Mexico (p.s. I have lived in Texas over a decade now and yet I still refer to NM as "home"), the biggest reason that I went recently was because my best friend asked me to be the godmother in the Catholic church to her baby boy, Everett. I was super honored to be asked. To be more specific, I think Stephanie peed on a pregnancy stick about 12 months ago and then called me five minutes later to ask me to do the honors. I asked her to maybe make sure that she had actually read the test right, think about it for 15 minutes and then call me back. No not really. I immediately said "YES!" Then I asked her if she read the stick right. But I digress.
Being a godparent is a huge responsibility. A "rest of your life" responsibility that you can't flake out on because it is not convenient or because life gets tough. My godparents did not have much of a relationship with me. And while I had gone to church my whole life, I felt like I didn't really build a personal relationship with God until I was in college. Steph and I share very similar views on faith and exposing kids to Christianity. While talking about religion and a relationship with God is far from popular these days, I think it is the single most important that you can pass onto your children. So I did not take lightly accepting the responsibility of helping to share God with Everett as he gets older. I am so honored to be his godmother, and I hope that I can help him build a relationship with God that gets him through the good and bad times in life.
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| Stephanie's cousin, Adam, came all the way from Iowa for the baptism to be the godpapa. |
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| Stephanie's uncle, a retired priest, came from out of state to officiate. |
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| A happy day indeed! |
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