But to have the tradition of cutting a piece, we would have had to cut one dessert in half, an odd bit of ceremony for two people joining together. The more I thought about it, the more I didn't like the idea of ceremoniously cutting something in half at a party to celebrate us joining together.
I set out looking for a small cake from which D and I could jointly cut a piece, but somewhere along the way, that one small cake became a real, actual wedding cake. And I am (strangely, at least to me) very excited about it. For one thing, it is just so pretty!! And after I spoke with the baker about what flavors and fillings I wanted and my mom and I placed the order, I got all giddy. Like a trousseau, a traditional wedding cake is something I never wanted until my mom and I went to get it... and I got all emotional and excited.
I think my excitement was fueled by the fact that the woman making our cake is really nice and operates her shop out of her home. Not to mention that her cakes are good looking too!
Maybe we'll be ordering one of these from her in a few years? :)
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