I only have a few godchildren, so few I can count them with just my right hand. It’s a different case with my husband. I think his number of godchildren is directly proportional to his age. Like, seriously. He’s 30+ and his godchildren are 30+, too. I can’t imagine all these kids knocking in our door all at the same time on Christmas Day. For sure, they won’t fit in our tiny house. Haha.
Back to my godchildren, one of them is a girl with special needs. Her name is Jazz and she’s the daughter of my bestfriend Mitch. While chatting with her mom last night, Mitch mentioned to me that Jazz likes singing a lot. She said she’d be in her best mood everytime she would bring out the mic and do videoke sessions with the rest of their family.
