My niece has been named

It was a lovely service and I have some good pictures of it. Rhiannon was very good and neither cried nor tried to eat her rose. When our ministered mentioned that the bowl he was using to hold the water had been used in dedications in out church since 1815 Rhiannon went "ahhh!", which was quite cute. The minister managed to pour the water down his sleeve by mistake and forgot to bring a copy of the final prayer (which luckily I had) but it was nice and relaxed, everything went fine and Rhiannon slept for the rest of the service. A good day all around and I am now officially godmother as well as aunt.