blessed
In other news, The God-King and I are god-parents now. Ha.
momma_lizzie asked us months ago if we would sponsor her boy and of course we said yes, so long as they were comfortable with the whole "I'm not Christian" thing. But we discussed a lot of things around that time, including a private ceremony with only us two couples and our two boys, or... something. And then we didn't talk about it again.
I honestly assumed she'd come to her senses and picked a family member. Or, you know, a Catholic. ;)
So when The God-King and I got to the church on Sunday and got settled in a pew (all the way in the back, heh), the minister came up to us and said "Are you the Godparents?" And I was like, "No, no, we're just friends."
The minister left, and The God-King turned to me and was like, "Are you SURE we're not supposed to be the God-parents?" And I said, in total confidence, "We can't be the god parents. There'dve been, like, a rehearsal or something!"
Next thing I know, the minister comes back and was all, "Yup. You're the godparents. Surprise!"
So... we're godparents!
We brought the Kinglet with us to the altar (because a, I thought it would be special and b, we couldn't trust him not to run rampant around the church if not restrained by a parent), and every time the minister did the call-and-response thing with us and the congregation("Do you promise to renounce blablabla in Christ's name blablabla"), the Kinglet followed up with a perfect, resounding, "yeah!".
He even promised to accept Christ as his personal savior, which I conveniently "forgot" to answer yes to. ;)
So, technically, the Kinglet is Mason's God-father, too.
Which, can I just say, makes me happy beyond belief.
momma_lizzie asked us months ago if we would sponsor her boy and of course we said yes, so long as they were comfortable with the whole "I'm not Christian" thing. But we discussed a lot of things around that time, including a private ceremony with only us two couples and our two boys, or... something. And then we didn't talk about it again.
I honestly assumed she'd come to her senses and picked a family member. Or, you know, a Catholic. ;)
So when The God-King and I got to the church on Sunday and got settled in a pew (all the way in the back, heh), the minister came up to us and said "Are you the Godparents?" And I was like, "No, no, we're just friends."
The minister left, and The God-King turned to me and was like, "Are you SURE we're not supposed to be the God-parents?" And I said, in total confidence, "We can't be the god parents. There'dve been, like, a rehearsal or something!"
Next thing I know, the minister comes back and was all, "Yup. You're the godparents. Surprise!"
So... we're godparents!
We brought the Kinglet with us to the altar (because a, I thought it would be special and b, we couldn't trust him not to run rampant around the church if not restrained by a parent), and every time the minister did the call-and-response thing with us and the congregation("Do you promise to renounce blablabla in Christ's name blablabla"), the Kinglet followed up with a perfect, resounding, "yeah!".
He even promised to accept Christ as his personal savior, which I conveniently "forgot" to answer yes to. ;)
So, technically, the Kinglet is Mason's God-father, too.
Which, can I just say, makes me happy beyond belief.