Mike and I are not terribly religious people, but we both knew we wanted Gus to grow up with Godparents and eventually have some sort of ceremony for him.
Thankfully the non-denominational Reverend who married us four years ago also performs Baby Blessings, so that was what we decided to call it.
So, last month – the day before my first Mother’s Day – we invited our families to our house for a quick (and lovely) ceremony, and some lunch.
We asked my stepbrother Jason, my cousin Rachael, and Mike’s cousins Kelsey and Joe (who flew in from Kansas and Chicago, respectively) to be Gus’ Godparents.
We opted to keep the decorations simple, and I made a banner with his name (which is still on the fireplace a month later, because I’m very lazy).
The plan was to have the ceremony out front on our newly landscaped lawn, but – of course! – it started pouring right before we got started.
So we crammed 45 people into our living room, dining room and foyer (which, btw, do NOT hold 45 people), so by the time the ceremony was over I was sweaty (hence the hair), and Gus was crying, and we only ended up with one decent family photo (but how many do you need, really?).