To my future goddaughter…

My friends got pregnant with you.

You and I, we haven’t met yet, but you will learn that I’m not a big fan of small humans. They can’t express what they want, their movements are unpredictable and scary, and they are so needy for attention.

You’re lucky evolution has made many adults think these characteristics are cute and forgivable.

Against all odds, your parents asked me to be your godparent. I hesitated. While I was pondering what the hell your mom was thinking, I realized that being a godparent is not about me. Maybe it’s not even about you.

It’s about me having a place in your parents’ life.

And to that request, I can only say yes.

(Written two years ago… I have since then met her. More on this later)