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Welcome to my little corner of the web. My name is Tabitha. I live in the DC Metro area with my sweet husband (I call him the CPA. Not in real life... just here on the blog), our son Henry, our dog Oscar, and our cat Sophie.

I married a bit later in life at the ripe old age of 36 and had Henry, my first child, in 2010 at age 38. I quit my job as an HR Manager in November and have been trying to figure out this full-time mom thing. It's a lot harder than I thought and a lot more rewarding than I ever imagined. Oh - and I just started my own photography business too so life is busier than ever.

And that's what this blog is about. It's my journey from being single, to being married, and to now... having a baby.

Sep 19 2008

Married Life – Day One (Pt. 7)

Posted in All Posts, Married Life, Wedding

The toast was complete so it was time to eat. The cake that is.

A funny thing about the cake – when it arrived, we didn’t think it was mine! Another wedding was taking place that evening so we just assumed the cake was theirs.

The cake was different enough from what I had ordered that I honestly didn’t recognize it. But after much debate, we finally went with this one. It was very pretty, don’t get me wrong, it’s just not exactly what we had ordered. You can’t tell in these pictures, but the ribbon looked peach which definitely did not fit the yellow and white theme I had going.

But that’s okay. It tasted amazing! I didn’t go with the fondant even though I loved the finished look of it. Instead, we went with traditional frosting. It still looked quite “finished” and smooth which was pleasing. There were three layers: yellow butter cake with strawberry filling, almond cake, and carrot cake with apples (my favorite). That alone made up for the wrong-colored ribbon.

Cutting the cake was a little tricky for me. Given my lack of cutlery prowess, I was a little nervous about doing it wrong. But there wasn’t much to it really. And I had someone there helping of course.

We had agreed beforehand that we absolutely would not do anything silly with the cake, like smooshing it into each other’s mouths. We weren’t having any of that.

It was hard enough concentrating on not being caught with my mouth hanging open or looking like a cow chewing its cud.

It’s really hard to eat when you have people taking pictures of you. You just do your best and try not to look like you’re shoveling it in (that can come later when no one’s looking).