My mother and I have often discussed, with stupid girly enthusiasm, how we’d like to do my wedding all over again. Not because the original wedding was bad, mind you. Quite the opposite. We had such a good time (and I think everyone at the wedding did, too) that we want to make it, like, a yearly “thing.” What hasn’t yet been decided is whether I keep remarrying Richard year after year, or if I just collect a little harem of husbands.
Either way, I think this wedding cake might push us over the edge: