Part 4 - Good Morning Mrs. B...
G and I took the last shuttle home at the end of the night... Yes, home. Why wouldn't we go back to where we live, the most private, relaxing place we know? It was so nice coming home and taking the dress off, showering off the makeup, letting my hair down and crawling in our nice cozy bed. The day was incredible, the night was a party I'll never forget.
I felt so happy and content falling asleep. So close to G, my new husband, and so lucky to have such an incredible family and group of friends. In the morning, I woke up to "Good morning Mrs. B..." and knew it wouldn't take much getting used to. I loved the sound of it. I had been waiting to say it out loud for a very long time! Like my cousin Matt stated in his speech, I spent the last decade of my life (or maybe more) doodling my name with his on everything that found itself under my pen.
We went about our morning with our regular routine, coffee, lazing from one couch to another, giddy with newly married bliss. We had a family BBQ and gift opening to attend in the later afternoon so we took advantage of the quiet time. After a while, we had some visitors come by to visit before heading on their way, we had coffee and laughed about the night with them. It's always fun hearing about the night from friends, and even better when all agree it was a blast...
Later, at my Mom and Dad's house, both families and a handful of friends gathered for a BBQ. Mom and Dad pulled off a great party once again with a delicious spread and we spent the entire night around the fire pit playing tunes and singing at the top of our lungs. My uncle set off another round of fireworks, and one of G's friends entertained us with some jokes. It was a great way to wrap up a fantastic weekend. From there, our family and friends had to leave and the Wedding weekend came to an end. I was very sad to see everyone heading back, but excited to get started on the next chapter.
It's been a dream come true. I explained at the wedding that growing up, I did what some people frown upon or consider cliché; I grew up chasing the fairy tale. I really did. I even joked that it was during the rolling credits of The Little Mermaid that I started planning my Wedding. I looked for the Prince charming that would sweep me off my feet and give me butterflies, love me for who I am and promise me forever. My parents never discouraged me from that. I wouldn't tell anyone that fairy tales don't exist, that Prince Charmings are hard to come by or that happily ever afters are rare because I know these dreams can come true. Without the singing animals, wicked witches, dragons and fairy godmothers... I live in my own fairy tale.
I am certain G and I will live happily ever after.