My husband is a superhero.

I’m sure many wives think that about their husbands. But how many of them have proof? I do.

We got married a couple of months ago, and leading up to the wedding, I constantly bitched and moaned about how planning a wedding is so hard while doing absolutely nothing. Meanwhile, Matthew – well, he planned the wedding.

I don’t just mean he made some calls and hired vendors. I mean everything in our wedding he made with his hands. I’m not kidding.

Case in point, our save-the-dates. Here are the  totally unreasonable instructions I gave him:

“can you draw a picture of me flying through the air? But gracefully? And you running? With brown and lavender? And kind of reminiscent of Russian propaganda posters? Also a hot air balloon somewhere?”

The result:

And a few months later, I came up with a taller order. I asked him to design, illustrate, and print two sets of invitations – one set in Hebrew for my family, who all live in Israel. So, he called my dad and they talked geeky typography stuff, and he did it – all by hand. Check it:

(front and back)

The invites were such a hit that he’s now designing wedding invitations for several of our friends. Heartened by his successful attempt to to write in a completely foreign language, he then proceeded to make our ketubah, which is a marriage contract of Jewish weddings. He made it by hand, on canvas, painstakingly and line by line. Also, flawlessly.

But as meaningful as that is, the true genius of Matthew can only be truly understood by seeing our hand-sculpted cake toppers:

Did you see the gnomes’ little camera and paintbrush? The bride gnome is actually wearing a piece of my wedding dress, saved from the alterations.

Swoon.

If you’d like to see this brilliant man’s artwork – you’re in luck! There’s a whole mess of his incredible paintings on his website here.

Photos courtesy of the delightful (and exhausted new dad) Dante Williams.

Wedding cakes courtesy of my mom.