31/08/2026
Three months later, this is what I still remember.
Cathleen's incredible Moira Hughes dress.
Sunshine that wasn't supposed to arrive, making Wicklow feel more like the South of France.
A wedding cake that stretched to five feet long.
Conor's dad opening bottles of Di**le whiskey from a cask he'd bought twelve years earlier, knowing this was the day they'd finally be shared.
A first dance beneath the trees that slowly turned into a rave in the woods.
We skipped portraits earlier in the day because they'd rather spend that time with their guests. Then, as the last of the evening light began to fade, we slipped away for five quiet minutes. That became the entire portrait session.
Funny how that's never the stuff you remember first.
It's the little moments.
The unexpected ones.
The stories that couldn't have happened at any other wedding.
That's what still comes back to me when I think about Cathleen and Conor's day.
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