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!

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Mud Paint

We had one of those rare yet glorious, low key weekends.  We had no real plans.  We ate breakfast at the country club.  We all {but for MFS} napped on Saturday.  I almost emptied my ironing basket.  We watched football.  We read.  We played in the yard.  I made my menu and grocery list.  We went to church.  We watched Stephen play baseball.  We just hung out.  We enjoyed unstructured time with each other.  We were a family! 
Deep in my heart I wanted to be in Mobile meeting my new niece, visiting with my grandmothers, and watching my girls play with my double first cousin's little girls.  For a host of reasons that wasn't going to happen, but I made no plans with friends just in case it did.

On Sunday, I just couldn't bring myself to leave my house and my family to make my weekly grocery store run.  Making the menu and the list is typically the hard part, and I know that it makes my week run more smoothly if I knock out this chore.  However this week I just didn't want to leave the comfort of our back porch rocking chair and the voices of my sweet boys.

I'm glad I put it off because if I'd run that errand I would have missed the mud paint that was taking place in my backyard.

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