What can I say...the boy loves cake.
We met with the cake baker, Angelina, today. It was great. I am not sure what part I liked the best. Maybe it was the fact that the woman we met with is awesome. She understood us. She worked with us, because neither of us had any clue what we wanted going into the meeting and we both left feeling like we ordered the perfect cake. Or maybe the best part was that the cake was delicious. I don't even really like cake, but it was yummy (the forkful of each I tried). And, although the place comes highly recommended and everyone we know volunteered to come with us to the tasting, the price was very reasonable. I also liked that on our anniversary we get an anniversary cake. Something about eating cake that has been frozen for a year does not appeal to me.
No, no..it is none of that.
My favorite part was definitely seeing the look in Dave’s eyes. He must have been an adorable four year old, because that is what he reminded me of. Just sitting there with a sparkle in his eye and cake in his mouth. If I could read his mind (a very useful skill that I would someday like to achieve) it would have said: “Hey, wait..I just have to say I am getting married and you give me free cake, who knew!” Or maybe more simply it would have just said “I love cake”.

