Despite three hours of portraits and having to grapple with tradition and customs, our cake cutting was pretty fun.
[Top: The obligatory cake cutting shot. Bottom: My parents' wedding, San Francisco, 36 years ago. Their cake totally rocked more than ours.]
[Him: Mo, can I smash cake in your face? Me: What? I didn't hear you I was too busy cutting our cake.]
I think the cake cutting demonstrates one of the reasons why I love the boy. Despite having a bunch of cake on his face and frosting up his nose (care of yours truly,) he still kept eating it and managed to kiss me.
[All photos taken by my sister]