A Thought About My God Daughter Elizabeth

I watch her from across the room. She laughs at me with her wide open grin.  She jumps up and down on her mothers knee as she stares back at me, as if excited to see me.  I love this kid.  I can't wait to hold her.  The problem is that she's so cute that everyone else wants to hold her too.

She gets passed around from person to person, but she's still laughing and looking at me. As they pass her down the pew she gets closer and closer to where I am sitting. I get all excited hoping that she gets passed right on down until she reaches me. She chews her hand, her first tooth just poking through.  She's so cute!

She giggles and smiles....closer and closer she gets....I patiently wait till it's my turn.  But then.... back she goes in the other direction.  This happens over and over until I can't stand it any longer. It's like torture and I can't do a thing about it......I sit for a bit all bent out of shape and then it hits me.

I don't have to put up with this, it's just not fair!!! Besides not only am I the godmother, but I'm the Pastor!!!!

I stand up and grab her before she gets passed too far out of my reach.  Nobody dares to fight me on this.....I just give them 'the look'.  Finally she's mine......she looks at me and smiles, she squeals again, reaches out, pulls my hair with both her hands and pulls my head as hard as she can til her face is touching mine. Right where I want her. A bit more aggressive than I had wanted but still, that's ok because she's finally mine! We're finally together just her and me.  I know she can feel it too....this bond that only a godmother and her godchild can share.  We're both in heaven.

Just then her grandfather walks by, her head jolts in his direction, she stiffens out and pushes me away!!! Game over. What a rip off!

It's OK though, I'll just wait until next week and when she's older I'll bribe her with toys! And that's all I have to say about that......for now.