Isn't she lovely
Isn't she wonderful
Isn't she precious
Anyone who has seen my Facebook cover photo would know that I have four goddaughters, three of which are organic and one is, well, whatever the opposite of organic is. Thinking about it now, it might be GMO. That was probably a bad metaphor to work with, but I’m sure you get the point. Let me take you back in time and explain this situation.
Fake names will be used to protect persons’ identifies.
In 2015, I moved back to Sint Maarten from New York. There was this young lady with blue hair that I’d met for the first time and absolutely had to photograph. Photos were bomb and she turned out to be such a weird individual, but apparently we clicked. Let’s call her Dominique. We became pretty good friends, and some of our circles overlapped so we ended up in a lot of the same places. Eventually, I met her daughter who we’ll call Danielle. Beef start.
She was like “Pfff, who’s he?” and my reaction was like “Pfffffff, who’s she?” I’m sure there were cut eyes, “eww” faces and whacks involved. She would hide from me in the back seat of the car whenever we met. It wasn’t clear if it was because I always tried taking her picture or if she just genuinely wanted no part with me. One night at Walter Plantz, minding my own business, she was there running up and down, but made the effort to stop and give me chat. She was like four or five years old then, so why was she picking on me? Fast forward three years and we’re pretty much inseparable.
The kid just grew on me. We’ve been on like three or four movie dates since the theatre reopened. (You know it’s real love when a brother watches Mamma Mia for you.) We are both introverted, selectively social, have smart mouths, love the movies AND apparently share a major love for Strawberry Volvic water. I’m not exactly sure how it works, but we are each other’s spirit animals. I just need to work on letting her know that we’re a Nike family – we don’t reeeeally do J’s. (LOL)
Now to explain the GMO: My other three goddaughters were given to me at birth, so they were pretty much stuck with me from the jump. Danielle on the other hand was already “lil miss thang” when we met, so the situation was a bit different. Dominique had been calling me Danielle’s godfather for a while (unofficially), but I had felt that Danielle was old enough to make the decision for herself. So after Danielle had accessed her criteria and consulted her counsel – probably counted how many gifts she received from me (LOL) – she made her decision: I was officially hired.
Still confused about what I did, but she’s been calling me a loser practically all year. She even puts L’s on my forehead when we take selfies. That’s why I have to show her who’s boss when we play air hockey. There’s NO WAY I’m letting her beat me.
Okay, bye.
*Cues Isn't She Lovely by Stevie Wonder*
