Cake

Upon my arrival at the bakery, I could see the glorious white cake through the windows. Tall, beautiful, every flower intricately drawn. What a shame it would be when I cut into it.

“Congratulations on your wedding.” They told me. I only nodded in agreement. They didn’t know.

Am I married? Yes. But is this cake for a wedding? No.

When I got home I set the cake down on my counter and took out a fork. Time to dig into this piece of deliciousness.

I took out a pen and checked off something from my bucket list.

“Eat an entire wedding cake on my own.”

My husband walked in on me.

He had a look of utter shock.

“You didn’t wait for me?!?” He exclaimed. He dropped everything and joined me in my endeavor.