Well. My godkids are now officially my godkids. They have been sprinkled, and I renounced evil on their behalves. And I was even possibly audible when I did it, and I didn't disgrace myself by sobbing through the entire ceremony. (I cried. But I didn't sob.) I know a lot of people consider godparents sort of vestigial connections, but I'm very close with mine into the present, and my parents' goddaughter is also important to me. It means a lot to me. It's very important.
The gifts the godfathers and I picked out are to hang in their bedrooms. They're coils of bronze with glass marbles in them, and it looks like the marble is climbing or falling, but the coil is always there holding it up no matter what.