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Brilliant_Rock
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We did not have a cake - we had a pie. An apple pie! Before my husband and I started officially dating, we ran into each other at a bar on Saint Patrick's Day, and since I was there with some friends I invited him to sit down with us and hang out. One by one as the night went on my friends left until it was just him and I, and a LOT of whiskey. At one point about 2AM, he said "do you want to come back to my place....I have pie." And I said, sure! And he really did have pie, an apple pie that his mother had baked him, and we each had a piece, then he walked me home. My sister found out and said OMG you HAVE to marry this man. Who else would invite a drunk girl back to his place for "pie" and ACTUALLY HAVE PIE. She told this story during her speech, ha.
My husband baked our wedding pie.
You can't see in the picture, but he carved our initials into the crust with a heart between them.

My husband baked our wedding pie.

