mémé and i are in charge of the cupcakes. lillie gave us a bunch of instructions and colors and flavors, but we both lost our head in the cake mix aisle. it happens to the best of us.
i picked up a box of gorgeous gaily-striped candles, tossed them in my basket, and that is when everything stopped. my heart included.
i need two boxes of candles for my lillie now, i whispered.
and mémé looked at me and i looked back at her and we both smiled extra large to distract from the puddles and she asked if i was going to cry and i outright lied and said no. that would be silly to be crying in the cake mix aisle.
but then i changed my mind about that. because lillie is worth my tears no matter when and no matter where.
nothing silly about that at all.
my lillie katie. happy thirteenth. you are perfect seemed appropriate for you.