Well, that’s what’s printed on the wrapper of my gift to my latest godson, Ralph. Though the saleslady at National Bookstore insisted that it is intended for wedding gifts, I just ignored her meddling and proceeded to the wrapping section. It says 'Born from Love' and isn't it that a baby is born from love?

Imagine my elation when my college friend, Leslie, asked me to be a second father to her and Franco’s firstborn. Old folks say that one should not reject an offer to be a godparent or the life the baby would spell bad luck. But that’s not the reason why I accepted this sincere offer.

It is an honor to be considered that you are worthy of being a second parent. It's not all about giving your inaanaks gifts come Christmas time but it's your Kumpare's and Kumare's trust that you are will look after your godchildren just like their biological parents will do. Also, being a godparent hallmarks the bond of friendship between you and your mates, though the term of endearment you’ll be now using would be Mare and Pare. (Pare, pa-kiss! Hehehe!)

It was also the first for me to attend a formal christening. Circumstances had prevented me to attend to previous baptism ceremonies of my other godchildren. This time, I reserve my calendar just for the occasion. It's also a chance to see old friends that I haven't seen for quite a while (and a grand excuse not to render OT that day, hehehe).

And I’m really glad I did. Ralph is such a cutie I can't help but to wish I had a Ralph of my own. Haayy!

My friends and I had a grand time reminiscing college days. How we cut classes and waste our time smoking in SM Centerpoint, how we cheat during exams and how we spent those 'group studies' drinking booze. And how we ended up now as parents and godparents.

But the grandest time that day is when one of my friend's baby, also my god daughter, learning a new word that day as taught by her crazy ninongs and ninangs. Look at Baby Ayen finally getting the word right:

Can you guess what the word her foolish ninongs and ninangs were teaching her? Clue: Meet the Fockers!

To Ayen and Ralph: Hope you'll be as beautiful and intelligent as your (fairy) godfather but not as complicated as he is!