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!

Saturday, April 5, 2014


As you've probably guessed from the upswing of blog posts, life is in perpetual motion around here.  When isn't it!  I'm trying to make a concerted effort to document our experiences.  As I sat on the playground watching my children play and visiting with a friend while waiting on the conclusion of baseball practice, I snapped this photo.
To make it even more priceless, as I was walking back to the group Walker's friend asked, "Is Betsy going to marry that boy she's holding hands with?"

During this "first adolescence" stage we are going through with Betsy, these are the moments I most remember and cherish.  It isn't all bad and hard!  We just have to stay strong and power through.  At least we get to pass these stage with her before we enter true adolescence with Mary Frances.

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