I'm sure you're all Christeninged out, but tough. It all went to plan, and not many things I tell you do. So you're having it.
No embarrassing incidents. All as expected and on time. Okay, okay, so Boo hardly ever utters a word yet decided to find her voice mid service, shouting, shrieking and babbling over most of what the Vicar said, and yes, she produced a gargantuan, font side poo - just to put me at ease. It worked. Once I caught a whiff of the extra guest that had turned out to pass on his best wishes, it felt more like our day.
The after do went well; Boo got lots of gorgeous pressies and the buffet shifted to positive feedback. Unfortunately a bit of dust blew in my eye during our speech. Made me look all sentimental and feeling - but you know me better than that. It was very dusty. Swear to God. (Can you say that at a Christening?)
Family worked hard to ensure the day was all we wanted it to be and the Godparents were as reliable, kind and supportive as the most flattered and obliged babysitters always are.