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!

Sunday, December 26, 2010

A Full Christmas

My heart is so full of joy.
My head is so full of memories.
My tummy is so full of food.

I'm not sure where to begin or for that matter to end ~ it was a good day, and I think {hope} fun was had by all.

Because I don't think I can give adequate words to the day {nor do I want to try because it might taint the memories}, I am simply going to give you pictures:

1 comment:

  1. Love the pictures! So precious. My favorite is of Grenie!