Funny enough, we didn’t sleep in once the weekend of our wedding. After our rather quiet evening, we woke up early to prep the house for our Sunday brunch. I even got to use my wedding day alarm again. Guests were planned between 10 am and 1 pm.
We decided on a more lunch than breakfast menu. We ordered five dozen doughnuts from our local favorite, Daylight Donuts, and had fresh fruit. The dip made another appearance (each packet made two or so cups, so we had plenty of leftovers) with a veggie tray, sandwich materials, and some more appetizers (cough, mozzarella sticks, cough). We also had several dozen cupcakes from the reception. Thankfully, everyone showed up nice and hungry. So hungry, in fact, that my mom made a run to Food Lion for coffee cups and lunch meat. None of us drinks coffee, so we only had a few ceramic cups. We clearly didn’t realize that folks drink coffee in the morning and would need more cups. Most of the food disappeared.
Again, I like to think that a good time was had by all. Guests started leaving after eating to get back on the road. Mac and I shared good-byes with our friends and families. We enjoyed some last moments with the people who had traveled so far just to spend one weekend with us (granted, it was a really good reason). Eventually, everybody left. My mom and her BFF, Kath, helped us clean up, and we went to pack for the honeymoon. They headed up to Raleigh, so Kath could fly back to Colorado.
We opened a few presents, loaded up the car, and headed off to the Outer Banks. Our wedding cake and leftovers even got to come. We mused in the car about how much planning went into a whirlwind 36 hours and set out to enjoy a week at the beach. The stress and chaos melted away in the pastel, cotton candy clouds of the North Carolina coast.
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| Crossing from the mainland to the Outer Banks. |
