The Expected Case of the Absent Cake

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You could say my husband Ted, at times, is a Christian fatalist.

Oh, not the type who eventually goes agnostic, as one writer asserts can happen, but the happy sort. The kind who insists that his Type-A prone bride anticipate something will inevitably go wrong at their wedding…and does it all with a smile and a no-big-deal shrug.

If you think I’m joking, let’s rewind a little over 11 years and pretend you’re a fly on the wall. Here’s what you would have heard.

Ted: “You know something’s bound to go wrong at our wedding, right?”

Me: “Yeah? Like what?”

Ted: “Oh, I don’t know. Like maybe the bakery will forget to make our cake.”

Me: “I doubt that. Do you think that ever really happens?”

Turns out it does.

You see there we were, just a week or so later, with two hours and counting until our nuptials.

Decorations? Check.

Food? Check.

Punch? Check.

Live music? Check.

Cake? Um … anyone know where the cake is?

That’s right, it was MIA. Fortunately, for us, we choose a bakery around the corner and across the street from our church. So Ted hit the pavement in his tux to see what the delay was. You could say he was more than a little shocked to discover the bakery was closed. As in door locked and lights out.

Yeah, not a good sign.

So he did what any other groom on their wedding day might do. Panic? Not exactly. But he did knock and knock and knock. And who should finally appear? That’s right, someone from the back room.

Unfortunately, that someone was not busy putting the finishing touches on our cake. Neither were they boxing it up for delivery. Why? Well, because they’d forgotten to make it.

I kid not.

Ted returned to the church with the promise that in three hours, we’d have a cake. He also faced the task of dispatching a messenger to inform me that our previous conversation was no longer hypothetical. Our bakery had indeed forgotten to make our cake. And, yes, there was a chance they wouldn’t get one to us in time.

Be relieved to know that I did not kill the messenger when the news reached my ears. Amazingly, I took it fairly well. Probably because my fatalist future husband had prepared me for it. I may have even laughed at the absurdity of what now appeared to be a self-fulfilling prophecy.

This expected case of the absent cake taught me a valuable lesson; one I carry with me today. I discovered that flexibility–or the ability to go with the flow when things don’t go as planned–is a great asset in marriage. Not just on the all-important wedding day, but in the hour by hour of life ever after.

Now I may, at times, label Ted a happy Christian fatalist. But the truth is the flexibility he encouraged that day isn’t the same thing as fatalism, at least not according to its traditional definition. It’s not a que sera, sera mentality; a “whatever will be, will be” outlook on life. It’s not a defeated Eeyore-esque resignation. Rather, it’s a resolution that when our best-laid plans go awry, we know that a Sovereign God has our back. That He is in control and cares more than we do how our life narrative plays out. And His plans? Even though we don’t understand them at times, they are always way better than ours.

On our wedding day, I could have easily let the missing cake affect my attitude. Ted could have too. If we’d chosen not to laugh at it, but instead to stress over it, our wedding day would have been marked with tension and negativity. But it wasn’t.

And our marriage hasn’t been either. Our determination from that day forward to be flexible, in matters of cake and life, has kept Ted and me from allowing the little–and big–disappointments over the years to leave us bitter and cynical and pessimistic. It’s encouraged us to laugh deeply at the small and to more diligently place our trust in a Sovereign God in the large. As one writer paraphrased M. Scott Peck as saying, “when you expect life to be difficult, it is much less difficult.”

So did a cake make it to our reception in time? Yes. And, you know what? I think we may have had the freshest wedding cake ever.


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Ashleigh Slater is the author of the book, Team Us: Marriage Together (Moody Publishers). As the founder and editor of the webzine Ungrind and a regular contributor at several popular blogs and websites, she unites the power of a good story with biblical truth and practical application to encourage couples. She has 20 years of writing experience and a master’s degree in communication. Ashleigh lives in Atlanta with her husband Ted and four daughters. To learn more, visit AshleighSlater.com.


  • michelle

    Gotta laugh Ashleigh– I was the baker who once forgot. Actually I didnt forget, the cake was in the oven baking when the bride arrived to collect it for her wedding that afternoon. We both laughed, prayed, forgave, and moved on. I gave her a refund in full. She left, then I cried. She got married (third wedding, she said she really didn’t want a cake but her 9 yr old had insisted…) and it was, yes, the most mortifying moment in my 30-some years of baking cakes for people. But we all survived and we are still friends to this day. Thank God for grace!

    • http://www.ashleighslater.com Ashleigh Slater

      Michelle, thanks for sharing your great story!! I’m so glad you and your client were able to laugh about it and remain friends. 🙂

  • http://www.danielleayersjones.com Danielle Ayers Jones

    “Another day, another way,” is a saying my husband says to me when I get worked up about something that gets messed up or falls through. And I do have to say that silly little saying HAS helped me be more of a go with-the-flow-girl myself.

    • http://www.ashleighslater.com Ashleigh Slater

      That’s great, Danielle!

  • Joseph Balsamo

    Ashleigh, thank you so much. While my attitude seems similar to your husbands, my wife told me as I read it to her, that she would have been a basket case if that happened to us. This advice of not letting the situation determine your mood has been essential to our marriage and she has grown so much since that day. Keep up the great messages.

    • http://www.ashleighslater.com Ashleigh Slater

      Thanks, Joseph!

      • Tracy Myers

        At my wedding, my hubby to be was in a white tux. He walked by a blue wall, (it was decorated for Christmas) and his arm brushed up against it. Blue on white looks pretty, but not on a tux. My panty hose were missing as well. So he looked pretty and I was comfortable! Love memories like that. Saying ” So what?” Takes so much stress out of life. It also makes life more interesting. Instead of dreading difficulties, we can learn to embrace them and rest in the Lord. After all, He knew what was coming, so move on in freedom and joy. Thanks for sharing your cake story. I loved it. It made me smile.
        Tracy

        • http://www.ashleighslater.com Ashleigh Slater

          Hi Tracy! Thanks for sharing those stories from your wedding. I loved hearing about your husband’s blue tux sleeve and your missing panty hose!

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