What Love Tastes Like


When I walked in the front door, I found my husband standing there proudly holding a freshly baked birthday cake. My big, burly husband held a square pan in his hands. Inside was a chocolate cake with vanilla icing smeared on top in varying degrees of mountains and valleys. Stuck precariously in the icing were six pink candles blazing brightly.

I said it wasn’t my birthday until Thursday. He said that today was the only chance he had to bake it and surprise me.

Surprised I was indeed! The man had gone out, gotten a Duncan Hines cake mix and vanilla frosting and did this wonderful thing for me.

I bit into the still warm devil’s food and it tasted like love – the best taste in the world.

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