Robyn and Richard

The Sydney skyline stretched out behind them, shimmering in the late afternoon light. A breeze carried laughter across the lawn, and somewhere in the distance, the hum of the harbour settled into the background, like a song they had known forever.

Robyn and Richard’s wedding at Athol Hall wasn’t just a celebration; it was a feeling. It was a sun-soaked afternoon spent with their people, the ones who had always been there, the ones who always would be.

Their daughter, Charlotte, clinging to aunty Courtney, her tiny hands clutching a basket. One step, two steps, then—why sprinkle petals when you can throw them all at once? A collective chuckle swept through the guests. It was perfect.

Meggan Brummer, their celebrant, spoke words that landed softly but carried weight. Words about love, commitment, and the tiny moments that make a life together. Robyn went to slide the ring onto Richard’s finger, but the heat had other plans. A pause, a deep breath, a little extra push. More laughter. More warmth.

When the sun dipped lower, the dance floor came alive. Richard’s signature moves made their expected and very welcome appearance. Their friends excited, clapping, cheering, celebrating like only old friends can.

With the kids tucked up in bed, the night stretched on, music drifting through the open doors of Athol Hall. A moment here, a glance there. Robyn’s dress catching the light as she spun. Richard’s hand resting on the small of her back. The energy in the room comes to a head with the grand finale move, as Robyn is hoisted high into the air. The moment immortalised into out memories forever.

If you close your eyes, what do you remember? The sound of their laughter. The way the city lights twinkled just for them. The feeling of being surrounded by love. The best kind of day.