There, tucked in amongst tall tree tops was the quaint tiny home – all ours for a short but very sweet stay.

So here's to turning a new page; not for the sake of disregarding our efforts from the year that was, but for stepping into the New Year along with our weaknesses, downfalls, and incomplete projects in hand — ready to dream bigger than ever.

One thing is certain though; my heart is happy to be back here — and it's even happier because I'm here with the boy, who I grew up with in this same town all those years ago, who I now call my husband.

Out of all the magic that comes along with the festive season, the one aspect that holds the most charm is finding yourself sitting at a table surrounded by other beings that make you smile.

There's just something about enjoying the company of your co-workers outside the 9-to-5 grind, drinks in hand, and topped with a view to kill for.

The last day of November is mine and Kieran's wedding anniversary date, and so for the past few years we have made a little tradition to visit Willy's Christmas Tree Farm to pick our own Christmas tree ready for December.

Craft. Chocolate. Christmas. My three favourite C words. Combine them all and you have yourself a delightful lunch with Ferrero Rocher.

On the way back we came across fields of gold where canola fields were spread out for miles and miles.

After work on Friday, Kieran picked me up with the car packed of camping gear and handed me my first date card, it read; 'I HAVE A FEELING THAT THIS DATE WILL BE IN-TENTS'.

A 10-hour roadtrip later and we made it to Kieran's Grandma's home; a beautiful property in Nerang with lush forests and small creeks.

I awoke on my birthday to find a shiny personal package from my most-loved wedding magazine Hello May in the mailbox. Inside was a copy of their brand spanking new issue.

Beneath a modest amount of dissolving clouds, something rather wonderful was taking place. Two life-long friends exchanged some vows and rings, cherried on top with looks of complete adoration.