HARRIET & MAT | WILDE’S MEADOW, AUS

Mat claimed to be a terrible public speaker. I’m not so sure though. He spoke from the heart – and I think that’s all that matters.

Nestled under tree tops, on Harriet’s parents farm, Mat shared his words with honesty. ‘From today, I can call Harriet my wife,’ he said smiling from both sides of his mouth.

For me, that was powerful.

When Harriet emailed me, she had surrendered to the fact that I would already be unavailable on her wedding day. I’m so grateful that wasn’t the case.

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