Slade and Kayla’s wedding was one of those days that felt soft around the edges, like a memory being made in real time. The Stellenbosch mountains stretched wide and gentle around us, their deep greens and dusty golds holding the whole day in a kind of quiet magic. The air was light, filled with the smell of summer vines and the sound of easy laughter. Everything moved slowly in the best way - bare feet on grass, glasses clinking, stolen glances between the two of them that said more than words ever could. As the sun dipped low, casting everything in that dreamy golden hue, Table Mountain appeared faintly in the distance - still and steady, like a secret only a few noticed. It was a day full of love, but more than that, it was full of warmth - the kind that settles in your chest and stays there.
