My wedding cake was delicious. It was so delicious that Dan and I could barely wait one whole year before eating the top level of our cake on our one year anniversary. (It had been tucked safely in our freezer to be eaten for good luck just as tradition mandated.) So for one whole year we waited and as they say, good things come...
It was as delicious one year later as it was on the night we cut into it at our wedding reception. So good in face that we decided we would order another cake from the very same bakery every year for our anniversary as long as we both shall live.
And we did order a cake once but then we had kids with nap schedules and the bakery was on the other side of town and we seemed to be out of town on our anniversary and then we moved well over an hour away from the little bakery. I guess you could say that married life got in the way of having our delicious cake every year on our anniversary.
This year, Dan and I went to Charleston to celebrate our 10th anniversary. Mom and Dad watched the kids all weekend while we toured the beautiful town, took a carriage ride, ate out in nice restaurants, held hands, and had lots and lots of uninterrupted conversations.
It felt like we were dating again. **sigh**
On Sunday evening after arriving home from our trip, we were scheduled to have a nice dinner at my parent's house to continue our anniversary celebration and to celebrate our birthdays. (Dan and I both have birthdays in September as well.)
Imagine our surprise and excitement when Mom revealed that she and Dad and Peter and Sarah had driven all the way to the little bakery in Charlotte to pick up a replica of our wedding cake.
The cake was just as delicious as I remembered. Dan and I ate wedding cake four nights in a row and finally, due to expanding waistlines, had to put the rest in the freezer.
And I doubt we will wait until next year to eat it. After all, I don't think there's any tradition associated with eating 10-year-anniversary cake on your 11th anniversary. Is there?