Will it make all the suffering in life just fade away?
Tonight my godchild called (and then texted, because the actual call kept dropping) to find out how I felt about being their "unty . . . a mix of uncle and auntie" because they had decided that my significance in their life warranted a more directly familial title than "godparent." I have no idea how often I will be actually be addressed as such, but I am informed the nomenclature has made it into my contact information on their phone. I am honored and delighted. Later in the night they reached out again through their mother to make sure I knew about mac and cheese on toast. I do now.

