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 8, 2012

Backtrack to the Birthday

That smile...As I've gone through a year of pictures and focused on those of Mary Frances, I was struck by that smile.  She flashes it often {thank goodness}.  I love seeing it yet as I sit here typing, I realize I take it for granted.
Mary Frances turned seven last Friday.  It is hard to believe I have a seven year old who will be starting 2nd grade in a week and a half.  She's not a baby anymore.
She is becoming such a delightful young lady.  {Yes I'm biased!}  Of course she has her moments but don't we all.  All in all she is good ~ a good big sister, a good student, a good friend, a good daughter.  She's hard on herself.  Go ahead laugh...I wonder where she got that trait?  She tries to do the right thing, and she is learning to think of others.  She can be shy and insecure, but she is learning to step out of her comfort zone.  She wants to please, but she is becoming her own person with her own interests, talents, and shortcomings.  She enjoys cooking.  She is creative.  She is responsible.  She is dedicated.  She enjoys being active and eating healthy foods.
We had her birthday party on Thursday ~ dinner and a movie.  We made homemade pizzas, and the girls watched The Wizard of Oz.  
 We had strawberry cupcakes.
Mary Frances has been asking for an American Girl Doll for over a year now. 
She finally received one from us.  Some might see this as giving in, but I see it as making a choice.  The timing was right.  I have a whole list of reasons why the timing was right.  Mainly, I don't want her to dislike her birthday {or Christmas for that matter} because she feels as if she never gets what she wants.  That doesn't mean she will always get everything she asks for, but I do want her to feel comfortable expressing her wants and needs to us.  Maybe this is a small step in keeping the lines of communication open for a lifetime.  And in reality she doesn't ask for much.  It goes without saying that she was thrilled and has hardly taken Kit out of her hands since Friday evening.  She has thanked me over and over again.  For us it was definitely the right decision.  The right time.
Happy Birthday sweet girl.  You are so special to us and to others.
Here is her birthday slide show if you have about fifteen minutes to spend watching pictures of my sweet seven year old.

Tomorrow I am going to try to remember that smile...

1 comment:

  1. Love, love, love that sweet girl! Also, love that she got her American Girl doll. Can I come play with it, too? I don't forsee one in my house for another generation!!