Above you will see our wedding cake in its full form. It was a fun cake. I let Mr. pick most of it out. And of course he chose a topper that cracked fun at the bride. That's why I love him, his sense of humor. You will also notice that I completely, 100 % went for it. Which in turn made Mr. go for it. We never talked about how it would all go down. Clearly, I had an idea how it would! The little little wanted to get in on the action too. Cake tastes good to her, even if it's being finger-licked off my face.
Below you will see what's left of our cake. You know, ya gotta save the top for your first anniversary. Well let's discuss this, shall we? We moved to NC 2 days after we got home from our honeymoon. My parents packed the cake top up in a cooler and drove it 10 hours to us over Thanksgiving vacation. It sat in our freezer. We moved back to NY 3 weeks before our anniversary. We went to dinner the night before our anniversary, with intent to thaw out the cake & eat it the next day. Then a tornado touched down. At my in-laws house. My anniversary was spent picking up trees, clearing off their porch, roof, & car. No time for cake. Still in the freezer. Took it out of the freezer a week after our 2nd anniversary because I forgot about it. Stays in the fridge for a good 3 weeks. Move in with the in-laws. No room for the cake. So it's time to open it. This is the end result. And the Mr.'s reaction.
Sadly, we did not eat it.
After 2 years & countless un-thawing & re-freezing, I think it's safe to say we dodged a bullet there.