There was insufficient time factored into my 'detailed schedule' so the label can go on later. I thought I might paraphrase my hopes for the quilt written here .
Being a godparent meant I sat up the front with all the important people therefore it probably would have been unpolitic for me to take pictures throughout the ceremony. Accordingly I handballed my camera across to Princess Curly-Wurly.
Most of the pics are quite blurry but this is a corker. My godboy was wandering around in front of the font shifting furniture and we had a small, silent battle of wills about actually taking it into the greater body of the church.
Whilst these gifts were being bestowed Will focussed his energies on forcing Rolly into the font-water flagon.
And before she dunked him there were words to be said and glasses to be reached for.
While she was out playing with the other children I was struck by how groovey and grown-up my girl looked.