March Inn

Why"March Inn?" March Inn was the name of that magic place where I spent my summers growing up. I have alluded to this place before, and I probably will again. March Inn is no longer standing. The waters of Katrina rendered it unlivable so my children will never know that "March Inn." That makes me sad. In fact it brings me to tears whenever I think about it. I want my children to have their own "March Inn," and I want to capture our lives as they are growing and changing. I invite you to "march inn" to our lives. My hope is that you will catch glimpses of the real world. You will see our creations. You will see our chaos. You will see our affection. You will also see our frustrations, fears, and disappointments. Enjoy your march!

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

A Day Late...

and a dollar short...

What seems to be the story of my life these days ~

Monday I woke up with a list of errands I wanted to accomplish to help get some last minute things completed and some food in the house for our time at the lake.

Instead, I woke up to this:

a puny, feverish child*. Just a reminder that we are not in control but our Lord and Savior is and he has a plan that is infinitely better than what mine could ever be.

So instead, I caught up in the kitchen and wrapped the remainder of our gifts.

Therefore, today I have dragged my three children all over town. First, to the doctor to make sure quatro was holding on. Then to the grocery store ~ not just one but two plus Sam's. Not only that we delivered some gifts and packed our bags to load the cars.

* note the Annapolis hoody which prominently displays the words "Beat Army" on the sleeve ~ her gift from Granddaddy and YaYa

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