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!

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Officially Over

It was a toss up ~ the title of this post that is...Because today is my 35th birthday and our summer is officially over, it was either "officially over" or "half-way to seventy."

As of today everyone who is going to school is back in school. My sweet Stephen will be in school four days ~ Tuesday through Friday. I will certainly cherish my Mondays with him at home. I think I am even going to change my "change the sheets" day to Tuesday so there is more time for trips to the zoo/McWane Center and cooking/crafting activities with my boys. Walker will be at school on Wednesday and Friday.

I feel like Walker grew up overnight. As I came home from running this morning to quickly prepare school lunches, he came barrelling in the kitchen fresh from a shower with his daddy. I looked at him with his shaggy {yet recently cut} wet hair and big smile, and I swore he had grown an inch overnight. Last year Walker only went to school on Tuesdays, and he cried every single Tuesday. {Don't worry, he was fine before I deposited Stephen in his class around the corner.} Today we dropped Stephen in his class and proceeded down the hall to Walker's room. I was anticipating big crocodile tears because we still get them in the church nursery. Instead he walked in found his name card, put it in the bucket that his teachers had shown him last week at our meet and greet, and turned around and waved. I did get a big hug and then another wave. There were no tears. I think there might have even been a smile on his face ~ not because I was happy to leave him but instead because I was happy there was a smile. My feelings were not I

What did I do with my day? I met Frank downtown and we enjoyed a romantic lunch dining on ham sandwiches in the car while driving around making house decisions. And it was wonderful ~ truly one of the best birthdays ever.

So now let's backtrack to our last weekend at the lake. We spent one last weekend at the lake with family ~ Steve and some of Frank's Franklin cousins. Sadly, I didn't take many pictures...

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