My cake and frosting

I had a friend in college...it could've been Liza, Kristen or Ashley (I really can't remember much anymore) who compared cake to men. She said she wanted a man that had both cake and frosting. In the end, that's what I wanted too. The comparison seems silly looking back, but it has stuck with me through the years. Let me see if I can explain without confusing you. Here are my definitions.

Cake: The cake is the base. It is the substance. No one but my friend Liza really likes eating tons of frosting without some type of substance. We/I needed a man with substance. My substance was mostly made up of honesty, kindness, forgiveness, passion, religion, humor, courage, education, and family. I was looking for a man that had all those things.

Frosting: The frosting is the sweet stuff. The stuff that makes you smile in quiet moments. The stuff that makes you look forward to the next day with a person. For me...my frosting included notes, flowers, dancing, romance, hand holding, a sweet glance, etc. You get the picture.

I went out with my share of guys at BYU. Most of the time I went on one date, maybe two with the same guy. On occasion I went on a few dates with the same guy. This was pretty rare because usually within the first few minutes of the date, I would realize that the guy might have all the "cake" or "substance" but no "frosting." Or visa versa. I just couldn't find the guy that would give me both. And I had to have both.

And then came Tim. He is my cake and frosting. He is my cake because he is probably the most genuine person I have ever known. He is honest to the core. I don't even think I have heard him exaggerate (unless it has to do with technology). He is brave. He is willing to go anywhere life takes us. Luckily, I am as brave as he is and I have faith that he will take us somewhere great. He is so funny. Sometimes we lie awake at night snuggling and giggling about life. About Mya. About us. He seriously makes me laugh every day. He is passionate. He is passionate about life. Sports. Technology. Our faith. And me. He lives to make me smile. And as much as I try to do the same for him, I must admit, he is just better at it than me. He is forgiving. I am such a poop. Or in adult language--a brat--on five to seven days out of each month. For no apparent reason, I can just be grumpy or irritable, and he just loves me all the same. He does shake his head at me from time to time though. I suppose that is acceptable. And he is religious. He is quiet about it. But I know he loves what he believes. Sometimes I sneak upstairs to listen to him put Mya to bed because he always has her fold her arms and say a prayer. There is just not much to say about that.

He is my frosting because he still brings me flowers that he hand picks and organizes once a month. He still sends me sweet texts just to say "I love you." or "You are the apple of my eye." He writes me notes from time to time. He dances with me in the kitchen, the living room and our bedroom. Basically, he would dance with me anywhere he could. While he has rhythm, I step on his toes. But he still does it. He still makes me feel like I am the only one in the room when we are in a crowd of people. He just has a look when he looks at me. No one has ever looked at me like he does. He tells me I am beautiful every single day. He is so sweet to me.

I could never live without one or the other. I have to have both: cake and frosting. I am lucky to married to a man that gives me both. I love him. And I have been so grateful for him these past couple weeks. I must say that I am still awe-struck that he chose me.

Tell me...do you have cake and frosting? Which one would you prefer?

A sample cake I found online

We took this picture while we were dating. I just love this picture.

We took this picture in Chicago during engagement.

One of my favorite engagement pictures.

My favorite wedding picture. It is so typical us.

See...I told you. I am a poop. And he has to make me smile.

And my favorite picture of Tim and Mya. I just love how happy he looks. He LOVES being a dad and is dang good at it too. Just love him.