I don’t actually mean that our wedding was a cyclone, rather there was a roof-blowing-tree-breaking-wave-crashing cyclone on the one day, which we picked to get married.

It was quite spectacular really.

All day before the ceremony began, we had messages coming through trying to make us feel better about the weather and friends all around kept asking how we could be so calm, when outside was everything but calm. But it’s as though we didn’t understand the question…

I am lucky to be married to a wise man, who also believes that everything is as it should be, who goes with the flow and for whom a storm means just one thing: epic surf the next day. And anyway- all we’ve been hearing months before we even said our “I do’s” is how much luck a rainy wedding day brings to a married life, so we both decided that a cyclone must mean that this luck is multiplied tenfold.

Then just like that- the rain stopped for a while to give us a wee window of opportunity for beach photography (above) and the only person that was nearly as crazy as us to be out happened to be a woman, which we can only describe as an angel with a message. She walked past to tell us that she also got married on the stormiest day NZ has seen in years, when everything was flying and crashing and the skies were dark. Then she went on to tell us that she married her soulmate and best friend and that their life together is the most wonderful thing. That was 38 years ago apparently.

If you don’t know Elliot yet, I’d love for you to meet him! He, as well as my trusty sidekick and best friend Britney, are organising the next SupperClub with me! Join us at 6:45PM Thursday April 10th for a seven-course artisan raw meal, which will also include superfood cocktails.

Early bird tickets will be gone in 24 hours, so get yours here now>>

A thousand kisses from New Zealand,

Mrs Maher