This Bride Really Did Cut The Cake

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.