“You want a party?”
“Not really a party.”
“That sounds like a party.”
She laughed.
“Family. A few friends. Cake.”
“At your place?”
“Can we do yours?”
“Of course.”
She hesitated.
“I don’t want anything huge.”
“You’re talking to the woman who considers putting olives in a bowl entertaining.”
“Perfect.”
She wanted something intimate.
No smoke cannons.
No elaborate decorations.
No giant balloon walls.
Just the people she loved gathered in our backyard while she and Mark cut into a cake.Plan Family Trips
Pink or blue.
Simple.
A few days before the party, Lauren and Mark took the sealed envelope from the doctor to a local bakery.
Neither of them was supposed to know the result.
Lauren even joked about how seriously the bakery employee treated the envelope.
“She put it in their safe.”
“The gender of my grandchild is under armed protection?”
“Basically.”
That Saturday morning, the cake arrived.
