Abby and Tom’s wedding at The Merribee

Close your eyes. What do you remember about Abby and Tom’s wedding at The Merribee?

Was it how the summer day surprised us with its gentle coolness, as if nature herself knew exactly what we needed? The way the Italian garden held its breath as Abby chose her own path, walking towards Tom from an unexpected direction, letting everyone witness their love unfold.

Bailey, their dog, patiently waiting for his parents, being the goodest boy anyone could ask for. These are the moments that fill my heart – when fur babies become part of our stories, part of our memories.

Claire stood with just the two of them. No, bridal party. Just three humans in front of everyone who mattered. Laughter mixed with tears, the way all the best ceremonies do. The way love should be – raw, real, unfiltered.

Most of their people had crossed oceans to be here. That’s what love does – it pulls us across the world, brings us together in gardens we’ve never seen before, to witness something real.

Abby and Tom’s The Merribee wedding wasn’t about perfection. It was about moments. The way the manicured garden held space for cocktail hour conversations. How The Flower Pursuit understood exactly what these two needed – tables under crepe myrtles that looked like they grew there naturally. When dusk rolled in and those candles flickered to life, it felt like magic had always lived here, waiting for Abby and Tom to find it.

We chased light through the gardens, finding pockets of golden hour that felt like they were created just for us. But here’s the truth – Abby and Tom didn’t need my direction. They just needed to be them. The kind of couple that feels like old friends from the moment you meet them.

The Merribee was more than a venue. It became a character in their story, holding space for all these moments to unfold. For international families to become one. For garden paths to become memory lanes.

Close your eyes again. What do you remember? Maybe it’s the way the crepe myrtles danced at dusk. Or how laughter echoed through the Italian garden. Or perhaps it’s just the feeling – that on this unexpectedly cool summer day, everything was exactly as it should be.

That’s Abby and Tom’s wedding at The Merribee I remember.