At some point you revisit the places you have been to you begin to see them differently. When I think of this hall I don’t see the floor patterns, but rather the silhouettes that stood at the end of hallway. I don’t see the chairs, but rather the people who filled them. I see the stage, but also the people who used it as a start for a something hopeful. I can barely hear the music, but it’s clear how it had created an atmosphere of it’s own.
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.