This past weekend while in San Diego, I became a Godmother to Beaux and took part in his Baptism. When my friend asked me to be his Godmother I had to take a step back and ask myself what this means. First of all, there are kids out there that I don’t really like. I love my nieces and nephews, adore all of my friend’s children and I’m obsessed with Ruthie, the new baby in the building but what if he turns out like the 13 year old who was sitting on the floor at the airport, in front of the gate entrance, eating a Big Mac and splashing Ketchup all over the carpet??? I mean, this kid’s nickname is The Destroyer! Then I looked deep into his beautiful eyes, saw his soul and was overcome with joy and love. I want to be there for him when he picks out his first puppy, when his heart gets broken, when his parents find pot in his back pocket or when he dents the car and assure him it will all be okay. I will listen to him and not judge. And I will melt whenever I look in those eyes.
With mom, dad and Gavin
With Uncle Kenny