Over the weekend my husband and I were invited to a wedding in the mountains of Murphy, North Carolina. It’s not all the time that we skip town (and the kids) for longer than a few hours, but we do love to make a good weekend out of a wedding date. So we set up a sitter, my glorious mother-in-law who I’m forever indebted to, and we had one heck of a 72-hour hiatus.
Leave it to us to wait until Friday morning to pack everything up. It had been an eventful week full of house-closing and home shopping. My house was a total mess, but Thursday night just couldn’t get me off of the couch. So my husband and I fooled ourselves into thinking we could wake up early Friday morning, pack the gigantic list of needs for both us and the kids, and hit the road by 7:45. Needless to say, I have no idea what clothes went with my kids, but I do now I packed a solid bag of food for their weekend. So they may have been naked, but their bellies were full!
We dropped my babies off first thing, and of course I walked away with tears in my eyes. It never matters why we’re leaving. I have the same reaction every time: a little guilt, a lot of worry.
My babe and I hit the road hand in hand and began our eight-hour journey to Murphy. It had been so long since we had so many hours to just talk, joke, and enjoy each other. We felt such excitement with the recent closing of our first home, so we spent hours throwing around different design ideas.
The drive was beautiful guys, absolutely beautiful. The view was so incredible, it was hard to even complain about being in the car for so long. The Atlanta city line was massively breathtaking, and the open fields, the trees, and farm after farm were all so serene as we flew by making our way.
As we got closer to our destination, a beautiful brown cabin in the middle of a mountain, we realized just how difficult driving up a mountain would be for us tourists. Luckily we had taken our Equinox, which I like to think is tough enough to for all of our crazy endeavors. But it wasn’t the car or its durability that made the arrival difficult, it was the lack of GPS up the mountain. Maps simply just could not get us there. The “roads” up the mountain were itty bitty, one-way winding paths that had no street lights, no side rails, no nothing. Side streets weren’t marked with signs and names, and the cabins had no numbers addressed to them. All we knew was, “there’s a white Nissan Sentra in the driveway.” Um hello, we’re on a mountain. Eventually we found our way up by a major stroke of luck!
The cabin was something I had never seen before. I’ve done plenty of tropical beach trips in my life, some as a kid and some with my own kids. Mountainous excursions were just never our thing. So when I arrived at this wood-covered, over-the-edge hanging, antler-decorated cabin, I was in awe. The view was magnificently pretty and magnificently relaxing.
Can you believe this cabin, which sleeps at the very least between 6 and 12 people, was a mere 360 dollars for our two-night weekend stay? Yeah, we’ll be back very soon.
The next day we headed into town in hopes of finding a breakfast joint. The town was teeny tiny, but oh-so cute. There wasn’t much to eat, in fact, nothing even opened before 11 AM. We killed a bit of time by wandering down a few side streets, but eventually found a cute little café – Shoebooties. A Turkey Rockefeller sandwich for me and a Club for my husband, but man those sandwiches were good.
The best part of Murphy, North Carolina? The antique stores! I mean, for every lunch spot we passed, there were at least three antique shops next door. I was in first-time-homeowner HEAVEN. These shops were absolutely adorable, and my adoring husband let me wander the aisles for at least an hour or so. I brought home an antique cooking pot, one that looked a lot like the pots I remember my Nana using when I was a kid. And for an easy eight bucks I purchased an antique window that will soon look super cute above my dining table. I could’ve walked away with a whole lot more, but my husband eagerly reminded me that we were indeed here for a wedding.
Speaking of, that evening was the main event! Up until we arrived at the ceremony we weren’t quite sure what was so special about Murphy that they requested we travel so far. WELL, IT’S THIS VENUE. It’s the sweetest setup. You rent the main cabin for your stay, equipped with a huge kitchen and enough beds to sleep a few families. And behind the cabin is a huge meadow for a quaint and beautiful outdoor ceremony, and a gorgeous barn for a romantic indoor reception.
This wedding was straight out of a movie. The details, the weather, the food, the bride and groom – I was more than amazed. It was such an honor to be a part of something that was so loved and had been worked on so hard. I held on to my husband the entire time, and by held I mean clung. Weddings spark something inside that leaves you a little better than when you came. They reignite your dreams, they just reignite your love.
I cried, shocker, at every vow, every dance, and every speech. If you want someone to cry for you on your big day, invite me – I get the job done. I danced with my husband, like we were young and like we were old. I drank way too much red wine, and I’m pretty sure I took four favor coasters instead of one. Obviously, we really enjoyed ourselves that night.
The next day, as the only couple in the cabin with children at home, naturally we woke up hours before everyone else. Our plan was to leave by noon, but we were eager to get back to our babies. I wasn’t quite in my best state, I had leftover wine lingering in my belly leaving the most unpleasant feeling. So we packed up, grabbed a quick breakfast biscuit, and began our trek back home.
It’s hard being away from my kiddos, it probably always will be. But weekends like this, alone time with my husband, it’s how we keep it going. It’s how we’ll always keep it going.
And to the newlyweds, Mr. and Mrs. Roberston, my deepest congratulations. You two are more beautiful than I could have even imagined.