God parent

Every birthday that I can remember my god mother has sent me a card wishing me a happy birthday, every year her thought of me makes me smile.

I'm the god father of my two nephews who live back home in Sweden. I call them and speak to them on their birthdays but to get me to send them a card is not happening. Marta is on me every year to send them a card but I'm so distracted with everything else that goes on.

Yesterday's card that I got made me smile and then it stung in my heart like someone stabbed it. It came to me that I should have sent cards to my nephews. I'm a terrible god father I thought.

I told Marta about this and her reply was.

"They know that you love them, Honey. Don't worry, that's all that matters."

And love them I do.