Did I ever tell you you're my hero?
Two years. That's a long time. 731 days (one was a leap year), more seconds than I want to count (one was a leap second) and the happiest twenty-four months ever.
Cake's done, in the fridge cooling. I don't know how it will make its (it's?) way to the party without melting all over everything. What the hell? A cake shouldn't melt, but then again, I'm going crazy with the chocolate.
This time around: Chocolate marble dada cake with ganache. Oh, there should be a black forrest in there somewhere. Perhaps even in the middle?
Comments (3)
Your post made me cry. I -wept- with joy for you. Don't panic the cake'll work out.
You two are lovely delightful individuals who deserve to be happy for your whole lives. and you will be.
xx
Posted by binkEE | September 15, 2005 3:02 AM
Posted on September 15, 2005 03:02
The cake was astonishing, and he got to play with a puppy at the party (not a euphemism), so I think all in all it was a good night.:)
Posted by ben | September 16, 2005 12:30 AM
Posted on September 16, 2005 00:30
testing... 1... 2... two and a half...
Posted by michael | September 17, 2005 9:25 PM
Posted on September 17, 2005 21:25