Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Two years and one week.

I remember my Grandma once saying that the way a couple feeds each other their wedding cake is an indication of what the rest of their marriage will be. She was of course in favor of a dainty delivery. You can hear her in the background of our wedding video yelling "Oh no! No...no...no....nooo," as we smashed our toasted coconut cake into each other's faces.


After 2 years, I think we're doing just fine.
Happy Anniversary Mike (1 week belated)!
I'm a little crazy for you...

1 comment:

Unknown said...

If I remember correctly you shoved the cake up my nose. So that means you want me to
A: Get fat
OR
B: Want to control and or dominate the relationship by showing that if you wanted to you could kill me with something as innocuous as cake.

I LOVE YOU TOO!

PANTS