Wedding Blog

After our brush with near cake catastrophe, I was just happy we had cake. Not that not having a cake would have been a catastrophe. I would have married Mr. Cookie without cake, but the icing on the cake—so to speak—was that we were able to participate in the age ol’ tradition of cake smashing. Yes, this perfectly beautiful cake ended up all over both of our faces.


Prior to our big day, Mr. Cookie and I had reached a treaty on the issue of cake smashing: no smashing our lovely cake into each other’s faces. We even pinky swore on the pact. Although, funny things happen when you have a mob of family and friends surrounding you shouting, “Get her!” and, “Smash it in his face!”

Cutting our cake started out so pleasantly.

But the fondant was a little harder to cut through than we expected. We gave it a little more pressure…

… and eureka! We had a piece of cake.

With our hands grasping the chocolate goodness, we eyed one another with mischievous smiles. By this time the voices of the mob, I mean our guests, had grown. I could hear my brother yelling, “Get her! Get her!” Mr. Cookie and I lovingly stepped toward one another…

Mr. Cookie bopped me on the nose, which in my mind severed our cake smashing treaty…

… So, I went in for the kill. There was something about smashing cake into my new hubby’s face that felt so good.

After a kiss and a quick wipe of a napkin to get the cake off of our faces, we were ready for our first dance.

Next up: The Cookies have their first dance.

Photography by IN Photography