I also would like to dedicate the following sonnet penned by the sexy work of words by Pablo Neruda:
Maybe nothingness is to be without your presence,
without you moving, slicing the noon
like a blue flower, without you walking
later through the fog and the cobbles,
without the light you carry in your hand,
golden, which maybe others will not see,
which maybe no one knew was growing
like the red beginnings of a rose.
In short, without your presence: without your coming
suddenly, incitingly, to know my life,
gust of a rosebush, wheat of wind:
since then I am because you are,
since then you are, I am, we are,
and through love I will be, you will be, we'll be.
Lovanilla and I had the privilege of baking the wedding cake. It was hard work and we went through one hellova rollercoaster (emotionally, mentally, and physically) but we made it through and we're very proud of it. Especially because it was made with love (chewah!).
I think we'll probably provide a more in depth post on the cake-making procedure soon. Personally for me, it was one of the most exciting things I've done in a while. I love the adrenaline rush, the tension, the sense of accomplishment and the pressure against time... fuhhhhh just thinking about it makes me want to relive it.
For now, I'll just leave you with a teeny image of the cake :)