A plastic birthday cake

Mrs. Huber had a little plastic white cake that she would keep hidden in our preschool Sunday school classroom. She would always get it out when one of us kids had a birthday. It had places where she could put real candles in it. I remember looking forward to her class for the sole reason that if, perchance, someone in our class had an impending birthday, we would get to see the plastic cake. I'm sure Mrs. Huber taught us some great lessons from the Bible, but her smiling face and that amazing plastic cake might be some of the few memories I have of my early Sunday school years. I don't remember the toys. I don't remember the lessons. I don't remember the other kids in my class.

There was however, a little boy in my class who somehow remembers me. To this day, he talks about a little girl with reddish hair and freckles who always squinted her eyes when she smiled. He also remembers going home from Mrs. Huber's Sunday school class and telling his mom that he's "gonna marry that Kelly Jones girl."

Bless my soul, he did.

This birthday, I may not get to blow out candles on a little plastic white cake, but I do get to spend my life with the boy who fell in love with my smiling face from across the cake.

Love you, honey.

:)