On this day.....

He pulled me along the pier, pausing every so often as if considering a position and deciding against it. It was cold, winter was just beginning to properly set in and the wind off the water cut through the jacket I was wearing. I asked, with slight annoyance in my voice, why we couldn't just go straight to the restaurant. The warm restaurant, out of the cold, but he insisted we take a walk along the pier first. Finally we sat on a bench overlooking the water, he took my hand and bent down on one knee in front of me. Opening a tiny box to reveal a stunning ring, he asked me to marry him.

On this day, three years ago, my husband asked me to marry him. On this day two years ago, we got married. I insisted on making our wedding cake and I'm not sorry I did. I wish I had aimed for something simpler, but I know, given the same situation a hundred times over, I would still try for something complex and intricate, the cake to end all cakes...... because I only intend to get married once. One day, I will make the cake I planned to make for our wedding, the one I envisioned for months before. But this is the cake I did make to celebrate our marriage and in the end, that alone makes it perfect.