Libby & Brendan

Vaucluse Yacht Club Wedding

Sometimes it simply makes the right person for the world to make sense.

This is the stuff of romance tales of old. They met at a house party on New Years Eve no less - Libby heard Brendan’s laugh and immediately wanted to know who it came from, found out - clearly liked what she saw - and so feigned interest in beer pong for the next few hours to be his partner. They won, they lost, they increasingly found excuses for physical touch. They exchanged details, went on a date, and Libby - deciding discretion was the better part of valour - promptly dodged Brendan’s attempt at stealing a kiss and gifted him a high five instead.

They did eventually get there. And when they did he fell, hard and fast. She fell, hard and fast. In spite of the fact they spent the first couple of years doing long distance whilst working their butts off, or maybe even partly because of it, they quickly prioritised whatever this burgeoning beautiful new thing was, to see where it might take them, where it might change them.

Libby had never described herself as a romantic. Had never quite understood the point of the little gestures. Of receiving them. Of giving them. Brendan changed all that. Changed her. They both quickly realised oh holy shit, it can be this easy (…even when it’s not), it can be this grand, this is the stuff books are written about, wars are fought over, and romantic gestures are inspired by, this is that thing everyone talks about and searches for in the hopes of one day finding.

Libby and Brendan celebrating finding it, and finding it all makes sense.

Enjoy

Dane