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You kept looking at me and I wasn't sure why. I was waiting in line with my friends in cupcake anticipation and wondered why you kept staring at me.

I thought it might be because I laugh way to loud- - you know, from my belly. Or maybe you thought I was being to silly for swooning over my cupcake like a giddy little schoolgirl, which of course I was!

My friends and I were laughing and recovering after three days of wedding activities. N (the bride) was still glowing from her wedding the night before.

We were a chatty, happy, and tired group looking forward to our cupcakey goodness and final moments with friends, both old and new.

My weekend had been truly bolus worthy, on every level. A whirlwind of wedding activities, and a flurry of meeting all types of wonderfully interesting folk.

I’d had lunch with a D Blogger Shero on Friday (a post and pic on that VERY soon) and had experienced diabetes moments of bonding with other guests of the happy couple, but I digress.

The line to pay was long and I was DYING for just one bite of the sprinkled frosting- it was torturous to hold my cupcake topped plate and act like an adult.

Cupcakes me happy and I want the world to know it!

There you sat, a party of 1, at a table for 2-with and with a plate full of crumbs and a folded up Metro Section of the New York Times.

I caught you staring at my pump, YET AGAIN.

I thought maybe you were going to reprimand me, tell me that I shouldn’t indulge if I wanted to be healthy. Maybe you’d say “NO DIABETICS ALLOWED,”unless they behaved.

I looked away and then looked at you again, and you were still staring. Then you smiled and said: I’m leaving, take the table and enjoy your cupcake.

Me: Thanks, but we need a bigger table.

You glanced at my pump one last time and got up.

You grabbed your handbag and Times & turned to leave, but just before you walked out the door you turned, looked straight in my eyes, and flashed me your insulin pump and a smile.

You were gone before I could say anything and my friends (who had missed the whole lightening quick exchange because they’d been debating between Vanilla Banana pudding Vs cupcakes) and had missed it all.

I could have run out and tried to catch-up, but I still hadn't paid for my cupcake.

I smiled and said nothing. It had happened in a matter of seconds, in a crowded Cupcake bakery of all places.

It was unspoken moment of D-bonding at the Magnolia Bakery on 69th and Columbus, in the city that never sleeps.

Another beautiful moment in a weekend of many.

Thank you for sharing, without even uttering the the "D WORD."

Source: Kelly Kunik, Dear Lady Sitting In The Magnolia Bakery, Diabetesaliciousness, March 15, 2018.

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