The wedding cake. Or rather, the cutting of the wedding cake.
Why do we do these things?
I think according to old-school wedding traditions, it was either that or the cake was going to get broken over my head. Or a bridesmaid was going to need to take it home and sleep with it under her pillow.
There weren't any bridesmaids.
And I can't stand the thought of cake going to waste.
So we pomped up the circumstantial cake cutting.
"So how am I supposed to hold the knife?"
"I think we're gonna need a plate..."
"We got this."
"Ha!"
"You're going to be nice, right? RIGHT??"
"This is kind of tricky to hold onto..."
"Just a second...."
"I got this..."
"Almost there..."
CAPTURE.
Paparazzi shot.
If the cake-cutting really is your first act of supporting each other as a married couple and an indication of your life together...it might be pretty accurate. The Gregroom's going to be waiting around a lot. But at least we were civil!! <--it had to be civil...we were trying to avoid a full-on food fight
I did not love the cupcakes at our reception. But the cake? The cake was something delicious. Simple white with raspberry filling and nectar of the sugar gods frosting. I felt no remorse eating those leftovers for breakfast, lunch, and dinner the following week. None at all.
I mean, it's not EVERY week you get married, so it's not like I made a habit of this "eat cake all the time" thing...
And I took a multivitamin.
We saved a quarter of the top section for our one-year anniversary. Saran-wrapped and tin-foiled and double-ziploc-freezer-bagged. We'll see what that's like on July 20th, 2013.
As for the leftover cupcakes? I sent those to church with the Alishafriend to give to all my single friends. How kind of me? I know! This is where karma should take note...I would love to get cupcakes at church sometime.
Have a great day :-)
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