I'd spent the morning with Leonie and Chris. I'd been with them and their most precious friends and family, while they readied themselves for the most sacred day of their lives. I'd seen the bonds they had here. The relationships they'd nurtured with the people around them.
It's this that Chris didn't want to think about. We were driving down a street they knew better than me, en route to take photos.
You see, after that night, after the speeches and a shared meal, after the last hugs and kisses, Leonie and Chris wouldn't see most of the people who filled their lives and that room for a long time. They were moving to New York to build something special. For them and for others.