If you happened to read my blog entry on September 2, you’d know that my daughter, Simone, and her long-time boyfriend, Noel, went to City Hall on August 19 to be married. Since no one from our family was at the ceremony, we had a celebration this past Saturday at a wonderful Italian restaurant in lower Manhattan.
I ordered a cake from a local bakery and wanted to put a bride and groom cake topper on it, but every couple was white. Noel isn’t white and so the groom on the cake shouldn’t be white, I thought. (Then again, my daughter wouldn’t be caught at her own wedding in a wedding dress, so the cake topper bride didn’t exactly represent her, either.)
I had a brainstorm, the results of which are shown below.
The response was fabulous. Everyone laughed and thought it was clever and cool, including son, Colby, who doesn’t hand out compliments freely. Everyone was, in fact, surprised that cake toppers are still traditional, since marriage is becoming less and less traditional. “You don’t realize what an insignificant role religion and race play to many of us when it comes to choosing a partner,” Colby said.
“Of course I do,” I answered. “Of course I do.”
P.S. Simone, “the sentimentalist,” gave the cake topper to her dad, Douglas, since he’s the family historian.