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, February 12, 2012

Cool Concept

Yesterday Mary Frances participated in the Mercedes Kids Marathon. If you aren't familiar with the concept of a kids' marathon, I will briefly explain. The runner in me thinks this is a really cool concept. The mom in me was excited that Mary Frances was interested in participating.

Several months in advance, the children are registered in the event. Leading up to race day, the children run on their own and with their parents. We chose to run one mile at a time because their is a good "mile loop" around our neighborhood. Mary Frances also ran at school. She ran 25.2 miles leading up to yesterday's event. Mary Frances ran the final mile of the marathon on the streets of downtown Birmingham.

I'm sure these kids' marathons take place all over the world, yet I feel blessed that we were able to take part in this event.
Frank was the chosen one to complete the final mile with Mary Frances. Thank goodness, because I was already slated to be downtown for the event promoting something else that is near and dear to my heart ~ healthy eating habits in children. For those of you who don't know, my Junior League placement this year is Kids in the Kitchen. As one of the other chairs put it, I spent the morning juggling kiddos, bananas, and 30 miles per hour winds.

My hands are still trying to thaw...

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