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Sunday, June 22, 2014

Wedding Bells

My first born got married last night. Yes, my 7 lbs 15 oz baby girl who as soon as she was born 21 years ago looked at me and flipped me off, married her guy today. I'm also going to be a grandma for the first time this fall! (It's a boy)

The week was hectic. Some stuff just can't be done ahead of time so that leaves a lot of scrambling to get things done. Like making a wedding cake. From Thursday to Saturday, every waking minute was dedicated to my daughter's cake. And I didn't mind at all.

I got up early Saturday morning, frosted the tiers, made really cool fondant leaves, birds, flowers and tree limbs to be put on once we arrived at the location of the ceremony.

I noticed a few spots in the buttercream could be smoother but I was taking the frosting with me to attach the fondant pieces and thinking that if any damage came to the cake during our hour and 20 minute journey, I'd just fix it all when we got there.

Wrong!

Once we arrived and started unpacking the cake paraphernalia, I realized that I had left the frosting at home. My wonderful fiancé knew I was about to crack so he took matters into his own hands, literally, and placed the fondant pieces on the cake (and if you didn't know, a drop or two of water on the back of fondant pieces helps it bond to buttercream). I didn't get to fix the rough spots but this is our finished cake:


Here are a few more pictures from the night:


 Exchanging rings

The kiss that made her foot pop (remember in The Princess Diaries)

The new Mr & Mrs H

Bride & groom and the wedding party

My two oldest

The two families

A wedding day selfie

Me & Mark

My beautiful daughter and I

Self explanatory


And you wanna know something funny? I'm usually the first person to cry in these situations. But I never shed a single tear. I hadn't been drinking either. I think that because I'm so very proud of out daughter, how beautiful she looked and the smile on her face the whole night kept me strong....

Until Mark and I got in the car to go home. And then the floodgates opened. I'm not sure why. I wasn't sad. I think it's just that I realized that time goes by so fast that one day you're rocking babies and the next day you're watching those same babies marry their soul mates and having their own babies.

And we only have to go through this four more times.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Looks like it was a beautiful day!