It’s strange how when we talk about Queenstown we never mention Dunedin. Perhaps I haven’t been listening. After a long night drive to East we navigated again early morning hoping to find this beach. What we didn’t expect was finding our favorite sunrise for as long as we can remember. The air was thick and lined with sea salt and the locals, few and far between in this perfect hour, were shapes and silhouettes going about their usual routine - walking dogs, taking pictures, having conversations. For a second it felt like we were a part of this silent parade and we were sharing this backdrop for inspiration and reflection, reminded of our imperfections and resolving to be better. I guess there will always be a piece of us at this beach.
The magic of some weddings is both greater and simpler than most imagined. After being a part of many, I have realised the beauty of it is beyond the visible, beyond the event itself. You see a tapestry of friendships and joy, of family and love, of life and energy. I was reminded what makes a wedding a wedding. It is not perfection, but giving the opportunity for the most ordinary things to make it an extraordinary day.