The Chinese Banquet: Cutting the Cake

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.]

[Him: Pleeeeeaaaassse??? Me: Mmmmm...this cake is gonna be gooood.]

[Him: Teehee! I totally did it!]

[Him: What are you doing?]

[Him: Mo-- Me: Here, hold still.]

[*smoosh*]

[Me: This cake is pretty good. Him: *muffled* Yup]

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]