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, May 18, 2014

From Here to There

As we do most Sundays, we started our day at church.  When we arrived home I was determined to snap some picture of Betsy in a dress that once belonged to my mother and her sisters.
She was determined to keep on her pink flip flops.
I was persistent and got a couple of shots.



As the day went on we had a short lived rain shower that filled our gutter with water.  Our children and some of their neighborhood friends had a blast playing in the water and building dams.
I had to chuckle as I snapped this picture because just a few hours earlier she looked so different.
While this post really is about my baby girl, I would be sad if I didn't share this sweet face with you.

I also have to share this muddy face!

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