“Another five-star review!” I announced one morning.
“Did they like the pumpkin cupcakes?”
“They loved them. The customer wants to know if you can make thirty more.”
Lily grinned.
“Tell her yes. But you talk to her, okay?”
That was our arrangement. Lily was the creative genius, and I was the one answering messages and chatting with customers.
So when her school announced a Halloween fair, I was surprised when she volunteered to run a bake-sale table.
“Are you sure, sweetheart?” I asked. “There’ll be a lot of people.”
She nodded, although I could see she was nervous.
“I want to try doing it myself this time.”
“You know I’ll be right there if you need me.”
“I know how to explain my cookies, Mom. I just need a little time to find the words.”
I squeezed her hand.
“Then we’ll take all the time you need.”
