Ashes in the Light

It still feels surreal to say this—
I’m married!

When I first began planning my wedding, I didn’t realise how layered the journey would be. It wasn’t just a checklist of vendors or colour palettes. It was emotional, meaningful, and deeply personal.

I was crafting a day that honoured not just our love story, but also the people who shaped me—especially my dad, who couldn’t be there in person, but was never far from my thoughts. Every little decision felt like it carried a piece of him.

There were quiet, emotional moments tucked between the planning.

Choosing a march-in song that would feel right without him, asking my cousin Jeremy to walk me down the aisle.
Writing vows that were sincere and a little cheeky. Every part of it mattered. And I poured my heart into it.

Then the day arrived.

And just like that, everything came to life.

There was beauty in the chaos, comfort in the laughter, and a quiet kind of magic in every hug, every shared glance, every moment.

I still remember the way he looked at me as I walked down the aisle.
That moment… I’ll hold onto it forever.

Now that the celebration has ended (and I’ve finally caught up on some sleep), I just feel thankful.

Thankful for everyone who sent their wishes.
For those who celebrated with us.
For every warm message, every helping hand, every little kindness.

You made this journey so much more meaningful.

To my dad—
I carried you with me the whole day.
I hope you saw it. I hope you smiled.

This isn’t the end of the story.
It’s the beginning of a whole new chapter.
And I’m ready for it.
Heart full. Hand in hand with the one I love.

🤍