Oh my gosh.
SO. LONG.
Sometimes I just sit and stare at my Bacon Calendar 2014……2015……
HOW IS IT ONLY JANUARY?!?!
‘Kendra….what’s wrong with you?’
‘Aren’t you happily married?’
‘Didn’t you just get married at the end of the summer?’
Yeah, yeah, yeah….I can hear you judgers being all judgey now.
But you don’t get it.
Why is it the longest?
Because at the end….
There.
Is.
CAKE!
Glorious cake!
Wondrous strawberry cake with cream cheese frosting!
I stare at it more than the calendar.
It’s in the freezer. In a cardboard box. Sealed. Ish. Well, was sealed.
I don’t want to talk about it.
Everyone knows that ridiculous tradition where you save the BEST PART OF THE WEDDING——I.E. THE CAKE—IN A STUPID BOX AND WAIT A STUPID YEAR TO EAT THE STUPID CAKE AND CELEBRATE WAITING TO EAT SOMETHING THAT’S BETTER WHEN IT ISN’T A YEAR OLD.
Cake is not a fine wine people.
Cake does not get better with age.
Cake is delicious goodness the day it’s made. AT BEST THE DAY IT IS MADE.
I didn’t get to eat my own cake at my own wedding. I barely was able to sit down at all, and the only precious bite I could’ve had was shoved IN MY NOSE by my PRECIOUS husband.
So August 16th…..maybe 11:59 p.m. on August 15th. I will get my cake.
Jeremey doesn’t even care. He sees that cardboard box as much as I do. I don’t even think he’s ever mentioned it. Unless I bring it up.
“CAN WE PLEASE PRETEND IT’S OUR ONE YEAR?!?! I WANT THAT CAKE?!?! HOW DO YOU HAVE SUCH SELF CONTROL!?!?! YOU ARE NOT THE MAN THAT I MARRIED!”
Then he sighs….closes the freezer door, and wishes to God he had not chosen to get ice from the freezer right at the moment I was walking by.
My husband is patient. He gets a letter in the mail, he slowly slices open the seal and opens said letter appropriately.
I receive a letter and it explodes in my hands as if I have a 0.4 second timer that will go off if I don’t get that stinking letter open fast enough.
He gets a gifts and he slowly unwraps the paper carefully making sure the the tape is gently removed and the wrapping paper remains unharmed.
I pretend a puppy is suffocating inside and I need to shred all evidence of the wrapping paper in order to save its life. It usually works.
If the microwave directions on the popcorn says 2 minutes and thirty seconds for perfect cook time, Jeremey puts it at 2:30 on the little timer. I put it at 2:29…because I put the popcorn in the microwave because I want popcorn. I mean, I REALLY want popcorn….ain’t nobody got time for a full 2:30.
Waiting is half the battle. You’ve heard the phrase, I’ve heard the phrase.
I spend a lot of time hurrying time along to gain something ridiculous often so much that I miss the important moments that happen during the waiting period.
The first year of marriage should be spent breathing in the honeymoon phase, getting to know one another, building on each other’s strengths and laughing at each other’s weakness (no, we aren’t perfect….we don’t laugh the whole time, but I have to make it seem that way on social media, ya know)…..instead, sometimes I waste those precious moments waiting on year-old cake.
Waiting for the popcorn, I usually share how my day’s been with my hubs and he returns the favor by sharing with me the ups and downs of his day. Sticking my face to the microwave not only exposes me to crippling radiation but also steals away from that extra second I get to spend with someone I love.
What are you waiting for? What are you missing out on because you’re focused on the ridiculous?
Truth be told? I’ve taken bites of the cake.
There’s only 3/4 of it left.
Sometimes I think about how sad that is….hoping the cake is not completely gone by the time the one-year mark hits so my husband and I can appropriately celebrate as tradition declares we must!
Don’t ruin the best of your life because you hurry along to the ridiculous parts of it.
The best is in-between, kids.
