This was our wedding cake:
This was me actually cutting the cake. With my concentration face on. Apparently:
My thoughts went like this: Are we actually s’posed to cut it? Is this freaking marzipan? I hate marzipan. I specifically told the cake people ‘no marzipan.’ Oh, well. The mint chocolate layer will make up for it. And the toffee layer. And the Baileys layer. And even the gluten-free layer. Is Neil actually holding the glass penguins in place so my knife-skills don’t cause a disaster? Or is he moving them? Such a smart guy I married. I’m cutting this thing. Are we actually s’posed to cut it?
I can think really fast.
And I think that this is my favourite cake shot:
Starting as we mean to go on, together. Only without the knife for the rest of time.
Notice the glass penguins are in a safer spot?
Photos taken by a bunch of people who love us slightly more than they loved the cake. Maybe.
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