Holly and her godmother, Carleen – Autumn 1995
My oldest daughter is turning 16, this year (I know, because she keeps reminding me that her birthday is coming up…in November) and it's amazing that I really can't remember her ever being this small. Or, the fact that Holly's godmother has also became a mother, moved out of state and that, sadly, we've since lost contact with each other.
Not for the lack of trying, because we really have "not" tried to call, or reconnect with each other, in years.
Until, I logged into my email and found a "friend request" today from Facebook and was all, OMG, you mean to tell me there's another person who knows me, in real life, and STILL wants to be my friend!?!
Because, I also received a request from my son's godmother [waves to Linda] a few weeks ago and still haven't gotten over the fact that she just might think I hate her, too.