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, May 7, 2014


May is here.  School is winding down.  Activities are coming to an end.  For anyone with a dancer in the house, that means it is recital time.  Mary Frances just completed her first year with Dance with Lauren, and she has loved every minute of it.  Last night was the recital and the culmination of many weeks of hard work and fun.  
Mary Frances truly loves to dance.  Often she asks me for my phone so she can roll back the living room rug, play music, and dance.
She has a gift for music and with that comes a natural ability to dance well.
As I was watching the performance, I was amazed that I danced for as many years as I did because I don't have a gift for music and therefore have no rhythm and was no doubt a terrible dancer.  Seriously, you gotta have rhythm to be a dancer.  I owe my parents a huge thank you for sitting through countless dance recitals.  It must have been painful!
Watching Mary Frances was not painful.  Though determined, she was having fun and danced well.
It is fun to watch someone do something they are good at.  This sentiment has been expressed many times about varying contexts in our house this year.  It was fun to watch Mary Frances dance with her friends last night.
I owe Mary Frances' softball coach a huge thank your for these images.  I took one with my camera but my seat was in the upper deck.  These pictures were a gift that I found in my inbox upon waking up this morning.  Thank you, Coach Brown!  

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