I really only like the production. Got this shit on repeat.
My god daughter Carolyn is...a diva already. Today is her birthday and she's turned 5.
I remember it just like it was yesterday when I held her as a newborn in the hospital. My boy James called me up to announce she was born, and I was happy for him. Then he said, "Nigga ain't you coming to the hospital to see her?" And I was like I know probably family and such was bombarding the poor girl already and that I'll catch up when she leaves the hospital. Then James said, "Aight, fine you don't wanna meet your goddaughter now?"
I hopped in the car so fast.
It's a honor and privilege when a new parent selects you to be a god parent. Means they truly appreciate you as a friend and they know if anything should happen to them you would step up in looking out for their child.
Carolyn is rambunctious lil thing. She is a handful. She loves Dora the Explorer. She was scared of vacuums. As a toddler she used to try to take the earring off my ear, she loves Beyonce, had me singing "to the left, to the left" countless times, she's smart as hell, and she asked me to have a baby lol.
She's really like my own daughter. She called me up one day and told me to come back, don't get killed. Man if that wasn't reason enough to stay alive and come back then I dunno what was. She was so happy to see me, that when I tried to leave, she cried and I had to stay and waited til she fell asleep while we watched back to back spongebob. We disagree on his stupidity.
Happy birthday muffin. "Chrissy" loves you.
