I smile and blink but can't help but picture Buddy as a baby someday. I shake the thought away and kiss the side of Lily's face again, resting my chin on her shoulder.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
The thing about plummeting downhill at fifty miles an hour on a snack platter - if you realize it's a bad idea when you're halfway down, it's too late. — Rick Riordan, The Son of Neptune
