Time flies

A year ago, on a cold and blustery 26th, when there was snow on Mt Wellington, I strapped my best friend into a beautiful dress and accompanied her to the church, where she and Stephen signed up for a life together.

A year ago. It feels like a lifetime. It was cold, windy and wet. But that didn't matter. Because the joy of this occasion could not be washed away by scattered showers or whisked up into the wind. Seeing your best friend marry her love is an immovable joy, a solid moment of happiness in all the turmoil of life.

Happy anniversary!


This photo is one of the professional shots, and I would love to link to her page but cannot remember her name.