29/05/2026
My favourite part of being a storyteller isn’t standing out front, microphone in hand, weaving together timelines and nuances into a rom-com-esque love story.
It’s more subtle than that.
It’s the quiet glance between a mum and her daughter when the words hit a little deeper than expected.
A dad, arms crossed, doing everything he can, not to try cry (and failing miserably).
The wedding party nudging each other through laughter, because ‘they were there’ or because ‘it is so them’.
It’s the room (or the garden, or the vineyard) full of people who have loved these two long before I ever met them. Hearing their story in a new light, and it all making sense.
It’s the smiles. The giggles. The proud little nods. The tears that are wiped away by tissues hidden in sleeves.
Because in those moments, my job isn’t just to get two people married.
It’s to remind them - and everyone else…
Of where they came from. Of who’s been there along the way. And of just how loved they really are.
And getting to share in that - wedding after wedding - will never not feel like magic.
Ft. Niamh, Mark and some of their favourite people.
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