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, December 28, 2011

My Own Selfishness

Here we are at the lake...
Tuesday morning we loaded the car in Mobile and headed north a few hours. As we were packing up and loading the car I couldn't help but think, "I just want to go home." Home to my house. Home to finish unpacking boxes and moving our stuff from Steve's house. Home with my children. Home to find a place for our new gifts. Home to weed through stuff and put more aside for Bargain Carousel. Home to prepare for our upcoming ski trip. Home with my family.

Instead, I kept my head down and kept gathering stuff and completing tasks. I tried not to complain. I tried not to grumble. I tried not to be short with anyone, least of all my children. I'm sure I failed miserably. I usually do!

Now that we are here I'm glad to be here. It is quiet. It is calm. It is relaxing. There isn't much that has to get done. My children are comfortable here. Maybe this will be their special place. Everybody needs a special place!

It has become a tradition that we spend the week between Christmas and New Year's at the lake. Yes, we could skip this year. Our children are young. They are happy to be here and that isn't going to change in the next couple of years. However, they are growing up. When they get to the age when they don't really want to come to the lake after Christmas, when they would rather be in Birmingham with their friends, we want it to be just what we do. We go to the lake the day after Christmas and stay until New Year's Day ~ no ifs ands or buts. Sort of like, we go to church on Sundays. It's just what you do in our house. Sometimes we have friends...sometimes it's just us, but we go to the lake after Christmas.

I'm hopeful to create more special memories full of laughter, love, and time together.

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