This post is a couple weeks late, but recently my parents celebrated their 26th anniversary.
Last year on their milestone 25th my brother and I threw them a surprise party. I know, I’m such a good daughter.
It was a small affair with just a couple of their close friends, but there was definitely enough dessert and champagne for many more. I never fail to make too much food for a party. This time around I made mini apple fritters, lemon bars, mint chocolate “dirt” pudding, mini banana cream pies, and a little wedding cake. We had champagne and mint lemonade to drink along with the treats.
Bryce designed the invites, my brother kept them out of the house and I ran the show. It was exhausting, but the looks on their faces were beyond worth it.
My parents didn’t have a traditional wedding. They drank champagne out of those old leggs panty hose cups and they definitely didn’t have a cake. For their anniversary my brother dug up the few pictures they have from their wedding day and my fiance scanned and retouched the photos so we could print out a large copy for them to actually hang in the house. The wedding cake was also a special part of the evening – they finally got to slice into cake together and they are the reason I’m actually having a cake at my wedding. I didn’t want one originally, but that moment convinced me to keep the tradition. I made a white cake with strawberries and custard topped off with honey buttercream frosting.
The desserts were fantastic if I do say so myself and finding the willpower to keep from scarfing the leftovers in one sitting was nearly impossible.
There are more pictures and a video somewhere of my parents cutting their cake. I’ll have to dig everything up so my mom can have the pictures. I made a little toast and cried, but lucky for me there’s no video of that.
Cheers to my mom and dad! Your years together are an inspiration.