Poop Meet Metch or Call Me GODMOTHER

I had just left Jamaica, where I attended my dear friends' wedding.  It was beautiful.  Because I was filled with love after watching them unite nothing could keep me from smiling.

I was on top of the world.  It's not hard when you are in Jamaica, on the beach, drinking festive drinks and letting the sun hit you everywhere.  Not hard at all.

I started thinking about MinDog's wedding.  The one where I was destined to be maid of honor but wasn't because they did the most romantic thing- they eloped and got married on a mountain overlooking the ocean.  Is that grand or what?

Anyway...so I was in the airport.  I just got off of the plane in Charlotte, was headed to my connecting flight, which I was afraid I was going to miss, when I got a text that made custom officials think I was carrying something I shouldn't have been.  I screamed so loudly that I was selected for the "random" search.  All fear of missing my flight vanished.  I was too engrossed in the text I had just received.  A text from D.  A picture of my Godson.  My beautiful Godson.  He's healthy, with all his fingers and toes and... Min will give you all the details at a later date.

Godmother is so much better than maid of honor.

I wanted to yell and do cartwheels.  I wanted to tell everybody around me to just call me Godmother.  I wanted to hand out cigars.  I wanted to hug MinDog and D and tell them how beautiful they are and how much I love and thank them for letting me feel like a parent since I'll probably  never have kids so this is the closest I'll come to being called mom.  SO EVERYONE JUST CALL ME GODMOTHER!!!  I thought when I left Jamaica the level of my natural high would drop- NOT AT ALL!

So I ran to my connecting flight.  The one that would bring me back to NYC to see my newest family member.  Let me tell you- I could barely breathe with all of the excitement.

I collected my suitcase in New York, stepped outside and before I could get in the taxi queue a bird pooped on my head.  I laughed hysterically.  The poop is good luck right?  Or it was God telling me to get ready for months of diaper changes... either way I'm ready.  For the luck and the diapers.

Bring it on and don't forget to call me GODMOTHER!

P.S.
So MinDog started writing this series called 101 Days when she realized she had approximately 101 days left before her son would arrive... she will begin posting them shortly.  I peeked at a few- some are funny, some informative, some mushy and all are filled with love.  I think you'll enjoy reading them so come back to the blog to check 'em out.

And again, don't forget to call me GODMOTHER!