Two days ago, I was driving to the beach in Brisbane’s Sunshine Coast, waiting for my husband to return from his trip with his fiancee and I. We had been to two wedding sites on the weekend, and had been planning on a third.
As we waited, a few people turned up at the front of the car to make sure we had tickets to the event.
They were a mix of men and women, but there was something about the way they looked that spoke to our local heritage.
They looked like they had been born and raised in Queensland.
The groom wore a long, black dress with gold buttons.
The bride wore a white blouse and a black skirt.
The wedding site was not too far from the beach and had a big beach table.
I asked them to take my husband and I for a walk, and they let us walk around for a while.
I looked at the couple I was looking at, and I couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy.
A couple of people I knew looked a bit older, and a couple of the other guys looked a little more grown-up than me.
But they were still very much the same kind of people, and their faces, voices and mannerisms had all remained the same.
We made our way back to the car, and it wasn’t long before we had the same response again.
The same people were standing outside of the wedding venue.
They had taken pictures of the bride and groom together, and were taking their phones away, leaving me and my husband alone.
When the pictures started circulating around social media, I saw that they had gone viral on Instagram, and on Twitter, too.
I started to panic, but I was so happy to see they were not just the same people, they were very much different people.
It made me feel like it was so important to be in Queensland and stay in the same city, but also that I had been chosen to be their bride.
The next day, I made it to the same wedding site, and the same set of people were waiting for us.
I sat down in front of them.
They sat in front.
I was the only one there.
When they walked me through the ceremony, I felt so nervous.
I hadn’t thought about it that way before.
I wanted to be there for their wedding day.
It was the first time I had ever been in a wedding ceremony.
But there was nothing I could do about it, because it was my responsibility to be with my husband.
The ceremony started and the groom and bride were dressed in matching red dresses.
The men’s and women’s bridesmaids were dressed equally.
After the ceremony had finished, the bride stepped up to me and kissed me.
It wasn’t a kiss that I expected, but it was a very intimate one.
I had to hold onto her hand for a long time after that.
We got married the following day.
The first thing I noticed was how young they were.
They seemed so young to me, too, in terms of age.
I have seen the same number of people wearing the same hairstyles and same clothes in wedding venues in Australia.
I also noticed how many people had come from different parts of the country, so different places, to get married.
I knew that the people I was with were from different places.
They came from different towns and different places in Queensland, so they were a little different from each other.
I didn’t feel like they were all from the same country.
They just had a different cultural heritage and different ways of looking at it.
After that, the wedding was the perfect opportunity for me to meet people from different cultures and different cultures of people.
I met a few more couples and friends after that, and after about an hour, we got to the point where we were all wearing matching white dresses.
A little bit later, we had a baby shower and we were invited over to their house.
I remember sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching the TV news and thinking, “This is the perfect moment to introduce my family”.
There was just so much excitement.
We just had this great time.
We didn’t have to worry about our wedding or the kids being able to attend.
We were all there to enjoy our wedding and just hang out.
We went back to our house, and we got up to go to the kitchen to have our cake.
I don’t remember why I did it, but this was probably when the first pictures started to circulate online.
One picture showed me holding a bouquet and a cake with a picture of a little boy on it, who looked to be about five years old.
It looked so much like my parents, and my family.
I am just glad that I have shared this with them and that they understand that this was the moment where I am going to be able to share it with everyone.
As I sat there on the couch