From the Things Will Go Wrong And It Will Still Be Okay department:
My coworker's wedding was Saturday night, and it was lovely. He swung by our table at one point and pointed to a small child running around the reception. "See that boy?" he said. "He's the son of the woman who made our cake for us as a gift. Around lunchtime today, he...fell in the cake." He paused as we all turned, incredulously, to the beautiful cake on the other side of the room. "She missed the ceremony, but that is the cake she made this afternoon."
She was their first toast of the evening and got a huge and much deserved round of applause.