One of the many reasons I love making wedding cakes, is that in some little way, I get to be part of the moment, the memory, of so many terrific couples. Some I hear from, some I don’t, and sometimes, its years later, when the first child’s birthday comes around when I hear how much they loved their wedding cake. Sometimes they tell me people still talk about it. So lovely to hear. Unlike so many other things in life, I don’t take it personally when I don’t hear from a bride on Monday morning… I didn’t call my cake maker after my wedding, (would have been hard from Belize) but my cake was everything I wanted and more.

So when Matt and Natalie sent me these gorgeous photos the other day, I had to catch my breath when I opened the email. This is a cake I delivered myself, and when I left it there, all lonesome in the middle of a huge room, against the back drop of massive windows, looking out to the city skyline, I definitely felt the room engulfing what now seemed to be this puny little cake. I felt a little sad that it wouldn’t be able to stand up to the show. But I was doing what I often council my couples not to… I was looking at it out of context! Its a whole different cake I see sitting before the beautiful couple, with the cheeky little guy sticking his finger into it, lit gloriously by the setting sun over Manhattan…. Suddenly this cake seems so much more than what it was when it left my hands. Matt and Natalie added that glow in the room that positively lit up that cake. Thanks to them for sharing this moment with me and teaching me, once again, the important lesson of context.