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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Love your gold reception belt! Mr. T was kind to me, too. He didn’t want cake smashed in his face either!
I totally told Mr C the same thing about the cake and luckily he listened to me. You cake looks amazing and cutting it with a sword is the coolest thing ever
I love your cake! And the sword… wowza!
Cake in the face = disrespect, plain and simple.
I think it’s really immature thing to do to your married spouse when they are all dolled up and looking pretty (possibly paying hundreds of dollars on makeup and hair) and handsome (also possibly makeup and hair) then you smash cake in their faces and ruin everything?
Love how excited Sparks is with the saber 
We had the same conversation about cake smashing, I hate it (and wasting cake)!
Ahhh, I’ll be cutting my cake with a saber too! Already super excited about, there’s NO way I’ll be forgetting my cake cutting!
I also severely warned Mr. B against any funny cake action. My reasoning: I paid good money to wear this dress and it’s is supposed to stay clean. End of discussion.
Love the sword! I love the fact that you didn’t shove cake in each others faces. I hate that!
I just can’t… cutting your cake with a sword? That’s too cool for words.
Awww, such a sweet cake cutting kiss there. I also warned FC that I’d cry on our wedding day and be forever disappointed in him if he smashed cake in my face.
Luckily both of us are addicted to cake, so no way any of it was getting smashed! Fun to see another couple who cut their cake with a sword!
Hahahaha I LOVE the sword!! I’m with FC… I threatened tears if Mr. Coyote cake-smashed me.
Priceless photos! You’ve got to frame the “boy at Christmas” one!
No cake in the face! So not worth the fall-out and feelings that last 30+ years (in my dad’s case).
Mrs. Sparkler, Chicago Age and Occupation: 27, Writer Fiance's Age and Occupation: 26, Publisher Engagement Date: July 21, 2010 Wedding Date: September 2011 Venue: Chicago Illuminating Company About Me: I’m a Southern lady living in the big city of Chicago. Well, lady may be a stretch, but I’m working hard to keep some Virginia charm in our sleek, urban, wedding-palooza! I’m addicted to marathons, not-so-famous bands, Chicago restaurants, and Mark Twain. I cry during SPCA commercials, and I think LOST was the best show to ever hit television. Mr. S and I met at a classy college mixer and, 7 years later, he’s still by my side. He’s the only child, laid back, free spirit... I’m the oldest of five kids, type-A, organizer. It doesn’t work on paper, but we’ve never paid attention to that stuff anyway. Somehow it works. And like they say, sometimes when you know…you just know.
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