How time flies.
On Sunday we celebrated Mr.M.'s goddaughter S.'s confirmation. This involved a very pleasant church service, which we were glad to participate in even though our family's belief system (or lack of it, more like, and no thank you, I'm not looking) doesn't include these rituals, followed by lunch and afternoon coffee with friends and family. S. was born in July 1990, three weeks after Mr.M. and I were married in Vancouver and two days before we returned to Germany for good after our honeymoon in the Channel Islands. We've watched her grow from a sweet little girl into a beautiful, talented young woman and I can still remember holding her at her christening, stroking her tiny peach-fuzz baby head and looking into those bright button eyes. She has more hair now, but the eyes are still the same.