Rich thick swirls of frosting pressed into scrolled designs of delectable decorations covering the top layer of yummy wedding cake. I remembered it as yummy, even though I’d only tasted the small sliver we shared for that picture-perfect wedding photo of him tenderly offering me that one tiny taste.
That’s all I had time for because . . .
. . . I hope you’ll head over here to read the rest of my marriage column here.