I was recently asked by a dear friend to be her daughter's godmother, and not just in the figurative sense. In the case of a tragedy, we are the literal guardians of little Maya. The request came over lunch: two friends eating tomatoes and mozzarella catching up about the last month we hadn't seen each other was about to get a lot more serious.

"So Erik and I are working on our will and we wanted to ask if you and Nate would consider being guardians." She went on to say of course they understood this is a big request and we could of course say no.