My job is rewarding. I don't think this is in any doubt. The chance to see and share in one of the best days in a person's life is life affirming. I've always taken the approach that I need to be a part of the wedding. I don't control it. I don't need to be the centre of attention. But I do need to be in it to tell the story. Sometimes, however, you don't have a choice. The guest list was short. 11. Plus me. Parents, grandparents, brothers and sisters. That's it. This is a completely different challenge. You can't hide behind a group of people or simply wander in take a few shots and move on. Here, its all about fitting in. I could pat myself on the back because it was exceptionally easy. But I can tell you that it didn't take a lot of effort on my part. Chloe and Nick's family welcomed me with open arms. I was another guest, an adopted Brother for the afternoon and this made me feel amazing! Without 90 other guests to see they were able to share their defining day wholly with the folks that mean the most to them. The love was so obvious. Open, true and inspiring. The laughter, the jokes, the combining of two families. I was truly blessed to be a part of it. Something so different. From just family to Chloe and Nick walking down the 'aisle' together. Dancing on the patio to Pete (Nick's Dad) wandering around in his boxers reading about golf (this was during the getting ready, not the dancing - just to be clear). I had 20 minutes or so before the rain lashed to shoot a few images of them as a couple before a wonderfully chef catered meal greeted them all. A piece of me will always be in that place. Thank you!