I have to admit something.
I completely forgot about our cake and the fact that we were supposed to cut it in front of all our guests. I just totally forgot that there was a cake at our wedding. Who does that?
Anyway, as you can imagine, I was extremely excited when our planner found us at the head table and gently reminded us that we were needed up front for some cake-cutting action. And Sparks? You guys, he was REALLY excited. You might have forgotten, but we weren’t cutting our cake with any old knife and serving set…we were using a sword. My dad’s saber, to be exact. The same sword my parents used to cut their wedding cake 28 years ago.
The idea of handling a dangerous weapon in front of 200 guests was almost too much for my new husband to handle. What is it with boys? The look on Sparks’s face when he unsheathed that sword was absolutely priceless. He looked like a nine-year-old boy at Christmas.
I love that I’m not even paying attention in this pic. This was Sparks’s moment.
Our cake was beautiful…although, I DID notice the flowers on top were definitely not the anemones we had asked for, but it was a little too late to change that! It was time to murder that beautiful dessert.
Sparks had been warned for oh, eight years or so that if we “ever get married one day,” he would find himself immediately single again if he shoved cake in my face. I’m happy to report that he was a gentleman and we are still married.
Did anyone else forget about an important element of the wedding? How do you feel about having cake in your face? Rude or funny?
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All photos by Avery House