“That one! He’s going to freak out, Mommy!” she said, clutching her cheeks in pure dramatic flair. Daniel and I split the cost, but we told her it was from her and she helped us wrap it in shiny gold paper.
“Do you think he’s going to love it so much?” she asked for the hundredth time. “I think he’ll love it almost as much as we love you, baby girl,” I said, kissing her forehead. That morning, she pulled out her sparkly blue dress, the one with flutter sleeves and the satin ribbon that tied at the back.
“I want to look nice for the pictures,” she said, grinning. “Do you think Jason will like the present?”
“Yes, baby,” I repeated. I knew she was nervous because she’d asked about it before.
“And you look like a real-life princess, Ellie-girl.”
We dropped her off around noon. Daniel and I had planned a little date, lunch at our favorite Italian place, and maybe a walk down by the pier. Mark and Sarah greeted us at the door, all smiles.
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