Fairy Godmother

Ok, not quite. I probably can't turn the coach into a pumpkin, but I can get her all the stuff her mommy won't want her to have...like lipgloss when she's 4, high heel shoes when she is 14 and a trip to Victoria's Secret for, oh nevermind.

I am a godmother, though. We baptized Kyle Aubrey in the same christening gown that has been used in my family since 1910. My grandfather, mother, sister, me, and both of my children wore it. She was a real trooper, and did not cry until we had to recreate the water on the head scene because the priest wanted it to be a ceremony not a photo session. I guess it was his show. I wanted to cry because it felt like they turned off the A/C in the chapel. The feeling of sweat running down your back while you are up in front of lots of people, holding a baby and trying not to think really pissed of thoughts in church is uncomfortable to say the least. Ah...Texas summer. Kind of felt like the hotter version of Texas winter...my January wedding...hot...the church lady turning off the A/C right at the end of the ceremony, before pictures. But I digress.