A Slice for All, or Not?



It has been a minute—or several. I haven’t posted a blog to A Little Messy in some time now. Call it a hectic schedule, writer’s block, emotional fatigue, or the ugliness of life preventing my fingers to type words on a blank document. Turns out, I’m still a little messy. I’ve found a sacredness in the mess though, and for a while, it needed to be between me, Jesus and a few others who were willing to jump into the mess. In time, and as the Lord leads, I will unpack some of the last couple of years, as I’m convinced our stories need to be told. But for now, I want to share this ditty with you. I hope this brings you some giggles and a lightness to your day.

Remember little Izzy, who constantly kept this mama on her toes? Well, she’s all grown up, and getting married in a few weeks! She still keeps us on our toes, but now we have her wonderful husband-to-be to share the journey.

As you may remember, Izzy was my source for many blog posts. I mean, this kid is a walking journal of daily humor and life lessons. And now as a young adult, there’s still parts of that youthful personality that emerge. Her free spirit coupled with her no-need-to-know-details has made for one of the most easy-going brides on the planet. Here’s how ordering the wedding cake went down.

Me: “Izzy, I’m tasking you with ordering your wedding cake. Can you start calling some places, and setting up tastings for you and Brenden? Remember it’s just flour, sugar and butter, so be conscious of price.”

Izzy: “Sure, but I have a lot do.”

No “S” Sherlock. Don’t we all? I mumbled in my head.

A few weeks later…..

Me: “How’s the cake shopping going?”

Izzy: “Great. I ordered a cake from Walmart.”

Me: “Walmart?” They do wedding cakes??? “Are you sure about Walmart? They’ll deliver it and set it up?”

Izzy: “Yes on Walmart. No, they won’t set it up, but they said I can pick it up the day before and set it up myself.”

This just doesn’t sound right…

Me: “Izzy, are you sure that’s going to be enough cake for 170 people?”

Izzy: “Whoa, what? It’s for everyone?”

Me: “Yes, Sweetie.” Now wondering if this was an epic fail as a mom. I promise you she went to weddings growing up. She stood in line at many cake tables. I know this for sure.

What is happening right now, I ask myself, as I pause and breathe into a brown paper bag?

“Izzy, I don’t understand how you couldn’t know this?”

Izzy: “I just thought the cake was for Brenden and me, for the cake cutting picture. Aren’t the s’mores kits going to be enough for our guests?”

And there it is again, that clinching feeling in my stomach that I’ve somehow left something so important out of her upbringing.

Me: “The s’mores kits are party favors. We are serving these kind guests dinner and a nice slice of cake, so I’m sending you some wedding cake bakeries in the area. Your cake should cost X amount of dollars (well XXXX amount of dollars because it really is a lot more than flour, sugar and butter.)”

Izzy: “Okay. Sorry, Mom. I just don’t know all the wedding things.”

Me: “LOL. That’s what I’m here for. It’s going to be a beautiful wedding, and now even better that our guests are getting more than s’mores.”

At last–a slice for all.

And that was the wedding cake debacle of March 2023. No real great life lesson here, just enough laughter mixed with some gentle reminders on etiquette.

{More to come in future weeks.}