As photographers, we strive to create images that communicate what words cannot. And yet here I am, trying to find words to communicate what these photographs cannot. The absurdity of this paradox isn’t lost on me, but alas, you just weren’t there. Or maybe, if you’re one of the few who actually read this, you were (and so you know what I’m trying to say). But for anyone about to experience this wedding solely through these photos… you just weren’t there. You weren’t there to witness the way Dwayne melted the instant he saw Kimmi in all her jaw-dropping glory… to behold the complete and utter cuteness of their kids, Landon and Logan… to feel the salty spray of the turquoise Caribbean waters crashing around their cliffside ceremony… to feel the unbridled love between (and for) Kimmi and Dwayne… to hear what they mean to their friends and family… to experience that legendary, ganga-brownie-fuelled dance floor… with Jamaican bass in your bones… overproof rum on your lips… gyratory whining on your hips. Gratefully though, despite one hell of a commute (icy roads, international flights, layovers, delays and flat tires — yes, plural), we were there with our cameras for a poignant dose of everything we thrive off… expressive, loving humans… beautiful relationships… unrestrained celebration, and most honourably… trust.