In which we eat pie

1. In which we cut a slice of wedding pie together to ensure a bountiful and fertile future, and also because we like to eat pie.

2. In which we determine how wide to make the slice of wedding pie — made with my own two hands — and I attempt to save the edge of the crust.

3. In which Keith gives me a bite of wedding pie (strawberry, thank you).

4. In which I shove strawberry wedding pie into Keith’s mouth at knife-point. And you’ll LIKE it, so help me…

5. In which I decide never to make strawberry pie again.