We got married in a small fishers village on the West Coast of Sout-Africa called Paternoster which means "Our Father", the opening to the Lord's prayer.
It was a romantic beach wedding with around 30 of our closest friends and family to witness our promise; to love and hold each other, to be a team and promise to one another that the person standing in front of us will forever have a best friend.
The ocean, lay peacefully before us, a few seagulls joining in on our perfect day, my windswept wedding dress, which my mom so lovingly had made from emailed measurements sent from West Africa where I work, completed this magical picture.
After the heartfelt ceremony, officiated by a life long friend and mentor to my husband, we were whisked away to the most sophisticated, intimate venue, Gelukkie, where our guests got to enjoy the delectable west coast inspired canapés while we finished off the essential paperwork.
I was left speechless by how beautiful our reception looked. It was inexpressibly beautiful, Proteas everywhere, accentuating the elegance of our wedding...
We were mingling, laughing and dancing the night away with our guests.