The receptionist at my work, whose daughter got married the same day I did, asked me today if Tom and I had done anything for our sixth month wedding anniversary.
My response was: "Six months, really?" after which I counted under my breath and on my fingers (math is not my strong point, okay?). She was right. Six months. Hadn't even been a blip on my radar.
Truth is we probably wouldn't have done anything anyway, be I thought I should at least commemorate the day somehow. And so I give you the highlight of many wedding receptions: the cake smash.
|Here we are cutting our beautiful cake, made by one of Tom's favorite people, his Aunt Joanne|
|This is where I am reminding Tom not to smash me, I have throat issues and was afraid I would choke|
|This is when everyone started to encourage us to be a little mean about it|
|This is where Tom succumbs to peer pressure and gives me a little smear on the cheek.|
|This is where I move in to exact my revenge. Tom tries to fight it.|
|He is no match for my CP strength!|
|I got him! I look mad here but that's just my weird CP facial expressions|
|We quickly make up and I get him looking spiffy again.|
|Like all good fights, it ends in a kiss. :)|
Tom: (after taking a swig of root beer) I LOVE root beer
Me: Do you love root beer more than meeee?
Tom: It's a close second.
We are so romanical.