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wrote on January 19, 2025
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4:32 am
We want to share our favourite Eli story from long ago.
In the fall of 2013, we were just about to get married, and had only just met Eli through Lindsay, Daven and Tara a short while before. The wedding was very close, but we liked Eli so much we were just like "You HAVE to come to our wedding, new wonderful human!"
Being Eli, she was up for the fun, and also offered to help, and said the magic words "I have a large vehicle".
Eli found herself roped in to agreeing to pick up the wedding cake, along with the family of dear ones who were making said cake.
None of us knew this, but our cake-making friend, a remarkably talented and organized person, had nevertheless suffered an incredible series of cake-baking setbacks, one after the other, resulting in such desperate last-minute shenanigans as sending her wife to ask about 10 neighbours for replacement eggs (big-ass cake, sorry, River).
When Eli arrived on time at our friend's house for the pick up, all beautifully dressed, she suddenly found herself in an apron, with decorating tools thrust into her hands, as the entire family --including the young children -- feverishly worked to finish the cake.
Everyone and the cake got to the venue on time, in Eli's car.
That's just who Eli was. She was never afraid to jump right in.
In the fall of 2013, we were just about to get married, and had only just met Eli through Lindsay, Daven and Tara a short while before. The wedding was very close, but we liked Eli so much we were just like "You HAVE to come to our wedding, new wonderful human!"
Being Eli, she was up for the fun, and also offered to help, and said the magic words "I have a large vehicle".
Eli found herself roped in to agreeing to pick up the wedding cake, along with the family of dear ones who were making said cake.
None of us knew this, but our cake-making friend, a remarkably talented and organized person, had nevertheless suffered an incredible series of cake-baking setbacks, one after the other, resulting in such desperate last-minute shenanigans as sending her wife to ask about 10 neighbours for replacement eggs (big-ass cake, sorry, River).
When Eli arrived on time at our friend's house for the pick up, all beautifully dressed, she suddenly found herself in an apron, with decorating tools thrust into her hands, as the entire family --including the young children -- feverishly worked to finish the cake.
Everyone and the cake got to the venue on time, in Eli's car.
That's just who Eli was. She was never afraid to jump right in.