//------------------------------// // Parties, Cakes, and Happy Endings // Story: Dear Journal // by Not //------------------------------// The pink path led me to a place where it almost never rained, I had no worries, and every day felt like a party. Even when the rain drops fell, she was always there with an umbrella and hot cocoa to help stay warm and dry. Usually a few other snacks too. It was twelve years ago that I moved to Ponyville. It wasn't much longer after that that she moved into my life, then into my house. Nothing ever stops her energy, and I think everyone's happy for that. It was in the late winter eleven years ago that I asked her to marry me. She tackled me so hard with a combination of a kiss and a hug that I almost broke my back, and she didn't stop saying yes for at least five minutes when I got her to be quiet using funnel cake. The wedding was held in the summer. The season of playing outside, getting time off work for yourself, and where friendship reigns supreme. At least that's what Pinkie said when she decided everything else for the wedding. I found out later from Twilight that Pinkie was planning to propose to me about a week after, but I beat her to it. We were just having a Sunday night out together like we normally did and decided to visit a fair that was not too far away. I didn't put the ring on the handle of the cotton candy we ate, or around one of the churros, or funnel cakes. I didn't wait until the top of the Ferris wheel because it was too obvious. There is no way that I would give her a ring on the silly tunnel of love ride. It wasn't in the house of mirrors, or on a roller coaster, although that one might have been fun. It was when we got to the bouncy castle that I asked her to marry me. Pinkie planned the perfect wedding for us. Instead of the boring white that was tradition we had a rainbow of colors in the decorations. From warm colored bunting to cerulean table cloths and pink dinner plates. She managed to find glasses that when full and cold were white, but as they heated and emptied they turned orange, just like the white disguise that hid my orange coat all those years ago. Wildflowers decorated every table, and the cake was something wonderful. Five layers, each a different flavor, each a different decoration style, and each having a deeper meaning. The first on the bottom was the largest, and it was chocolate cake with vanilla frosting and strawberry filling between the pieces decorated with all sorts of different kinds of candy. The second was marble cake with a butter cream frosting and decorated with frosting drawings made to look like a child's drawings made with crayon. The third I didn't try the flavor of, but looked like a lemon cake with pink frosting and covered with fondant balloons and edible confetti. The fourth was confetti cake with blue frosting and with cinnamon sand to make it look like a beach. We both did love the beach, but that story doesn't matter here. The final layer on top was traditional vanilla cake with vanilla frosting, and topped with an orange groom, and a pink bride, both making funny faces for the sculptor. We stayed boring long enough that our parents could watch us walk down the aisle and kiss and all that, then she threw the bouquet and the music changed from Palchelbel's cannon in D to the Palchelbel Mashup, and we threw off our boring wedding clothes to show her party dress, and my party vest. We needed to make this party the best. It was in a nice area on the edge of Ponyville. The reception was nothing short of what you would expect from Pinkie. It was crazy, and super fun. There was a DJ playing everything we needed on the dancefloor, and there were enough snacks to feed everyone three times over. There was even a quiet section away from the rest for people to just talk or just enjoy the quiet for a while, because not everypony likes loud music and going crazy. We had party games, card games, and for some reason no one was touching any of the board games, but the best part was the karaoke. Pinkie and I both sang about ten songs, but four of them were duets, so between us it was only sixteen songs, not twenty. Pinkie showed everyone how to play twister, and I showed them how to play Ninety-nine and Tunk (card games). The reception ended with me carrying Pinkie off to a carriage ride back home. I don't think I should write about what we did once we got there. I'll just say it involved a hot bath, the bedroom, and scratch and sniff stickers. It was ten years ago next week that our daughter Jasmine was born, and it was nine years ago that we adopted her. Pinkie and I have now adopted three children. We thought of having our own, but both agreed this was more meaningful. Her older brother (who turned fifteen last month) Rock became our son five months after her, and their little sister Horloga joined us at age two when Jasmine was five. When Rock met us he already had his cutie mark for music, and he loves visiting my parents, and especially the recording studio below their house. His dream is to perform on huge stages for huge crowds, but for now he's in a garage band, and not half bad. Jasmine got her cutie mark helping her momma Pinkie in the kitchen. They were making tea cakes, and brewing some chai when it happened, though she enjoys cooking other things as well. Horloga hasn't gotten her cutie mark yet, but she's still young, and we're all pretty sure it will have to do with making things. After all, she can make clockwork machines twice as complicated as anything I ever learned to make. She just has to realize it first. She was actually right next to me when I did finally get my cutie mark. It was for taking care of all of them, and realizing that this is what I want to do. I want to do everything I can with everything that I have to make others happy, and just make the world a better place. Whether it's showing love to my new family, or just showing somepony how to cook lasagna. I've finally found my place. I'll never again have a journal to burn.