As we pulled into the car park of a lovely red brick church in Little Aston, I felt a wee bit nervous, as I always do. I love meeting up with friends, but sometimes it can feel strange to meet up after such a long time at a formal gathering.
This gathering was the christening of
Mrs M's, (the first) nee Miss C, son and a gorgeous little happy chap he is too. These occasions while happy and full of love, can be quite a minefield of "it'll be your turn soon!" And "so when will it be your turn?" Luckily this wasn't the case on Sunday.
The only other couple that I knew, Mr and Mrs J, were very up to speed with all the comings and goings of our life. And our mission to become parents. It was so lovely catching up on gossip from my London School.
G.O was a bit concerned that it would be a long service, as all four of us had squeezed into what was obviously a pew made for three. I reassured him that it's was a CofE service which would probably only last twenty minutes or so, compared to a cathic service which last about an hour.
If I have learnt one thing these last few months, it's that the Catholics like to take their time and do everything with the proper amount of reverence.
I was right, we sang a couple of hymns (good old fashioned school carols) heard a reading and said a few prayers, then it was the moment we had all Bern waiting for and...... nothing happened. Happy baby = no drama.
The reception was held at a local sports club, there was a finger buffet, lots of balloons, bubbles, babies and Santa. Before we headed home we were given our favours, personalised Christmas baubles'
