"After all, we are all stories in the end."
I sat at Penelope & Luke's wedding last night, absorbed by the speech that Luke gave. He spoke at length about Penelope's personality, what she loved, what she wanted out of life and what she had now. He mused about their future together, what they will achieve and where they will go. When he pictured themselves fifty years from now, he said he only thought of one thing: the two of them, walking together, down by the beach, remembering what a full and love-filled life they had shared.
I loved that. I truly, really loved that. Such simplicity. In fifty years time, I want them to look back on this frame and remember how they were last night. The tenderness, the truth of their love. I want them to look back with joy and remember this small moment that captured them and the beginning of their story.