I woke up on Saturday at eight. I got up, got dressed, and headed out the door. I stopped at the bakery to pick up the cakes, then went to my parent’s house. Once there, I greeted my dad, who was in the living room waiting for his orders. “Hey, Dad, how’s it going?”
“Your mother is going crazy already over this. She outside fussing over the table set-up. Kenzie is out playing in the backyard.”
“I’ll just set the cakes down and go help calm her down,” I replied, walking to the kitchen to set the cake boxes down. I walked outside and was greeted with the biggest hug from Kenzie, making everything so much better.
“Oh, Mia dear. Come help me move these tables around.” My mom called.
“Mom, the tables are fine. We’re only having a dozen adults and a handful of kids today. Stop fuss
