Betty Crocker for a day

I'm 25 years old and I have been married for a year and a half and I did something I have never done before. I baked my first cake. Yes, you read that correctly. I baked a cake and I didn't burn it, I didn't start a fire, and I didn't set the smoke detector off. The cake turned out very good, though I did have to call my mom three times and ask some questions.
To be fair, I guess I should also tell you that Garth helped. We don't have a mixer so we had to stir the batter by hand 800 times. I would stir a 100 times and yell "Switch!" And Garth would come and stir 100 times, and he would grow tired and yell "Switch!" It was a team effort, just like marriage.
I don't have any evidence that I baked it because my camera decided to die at that moment. But you have to trust me when I tell you that I baked a cake and it was tasty. We took it to a friend's graduation party and my mom kept telling everyone it was my first cake. I had to stop her or no one would eat it! Even Garth, my own husband, was scared to try it. But it was rich and moist and delish! Success. Though I just don't see myself making many more cakes in the future...