We made a roadtrip down to Austin this weekend to baptize our newest Godchild, Boston Chaise Fuqua. It was a really special experience, and one that spurred a conversation between Todd and I--a conversation centering on our Godparent Status. Boston is our fourth Godchild. We have also been blessed with Thaine, Cale, and Andrea. So, this definitely poses the question: What do people see in us that they bestow this very special honor on us? We never really came up with an answer, because we don't really see ourselves as holy--not when there are all the other REALLY holy people out there! But, we are so very honored and blessed by our brood of Godchildren, and we hope to honor them as we watch them grow.
We were in Austin for less than 24 hours--which wasn't really even enough time to bond with Boston or catch up with Chris and Amanda, but we managed to squeeze in as much fun as possible, complete with wine, pizza, and great conversation. The kids immediately bonded with Rhylan-especially Grady who thought she was the "most beautiful girl in the whole wide world." After a great Saturday night, we headed to church on Sunday, hoping the ice and snow stayed at bay for a few hours. The service and church were so quaint and sweet, that we all felt immediately at ease and at home--especially Grady. I seriously had thoughts of harm as he tried to blow out the alter candles, wiggled around the baptismal fountain, and emitted electric energy throughout the service. I finally had enough, and was walking him outside for "stern talking to," when the children's minister intercepted on his behalf. She managed to save him by "asking for help with a project," and even persuaded him to sit with her for a portion of the service. Of course, he sat like a perfect little angel with her, and after the service she laughed when we talked about his "110% boy" attitude. Gee, that didn't make me feel much better. But, she was kind, and said she read the look on my face because she'd had the same experience with her own kids. Moms-I guess they can be the most understanding? We survived the reception, and said our goodbyes all too soon. The kids promised to play soon, and we headed out towards a possible snow day.
No such luck, but at least we had fun memories of a sweet weekend to fall back on--and I said a prayer of patience to get me through my trials with Grady. That sounded like a good Godparently thing to do...right?
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