Last Sunday I attended a cousin’s daughter’s baptism as a guest, not as a godmother because for some weird reason I seem to have dodged the bullet of being a godmother.  I guess it’s mostly because we moved here to Laguna way before my cousins and I could even bond.  So the cousins who now have kids of their own can only seem to remember my brother’s existence and not mine, so he gets the invitations to all the weddings and the baptisms and all the fun stuff. Anyway.  The baptism was actually an experience for me because I’ve never…