One of my godchildren turned eighteen recently and this evening we celebrated her birthday in the garden of her house in a tiny Brabant Wallon village much as we have done every year for the past eighteen years. We are blessed to have quite a few godchildren. In a sense, they are like grandchildren – the godparents are there to spoil them! But, of course, that’s only part of the role. Basically, we are there for when we are needed. It’s a privileged position of trust and of responsibility and also, as this evening, of constant company. Much has changed over the past eighteen years, but sitting in that Brabant Wallon village garden this evening I realised that much – friendships, family – has also, happily, remained the same.