When Efforts Pay Off

My mom, my kids and I just got back from the most amazing trip. We started out on Thursday morning before the sun was up, and we made it to New Orleans for our 1:30pm reservation at Commander’s Palace. I was ecstatic to get a lunch reservation for that day, as we wanted to keep the trip as schedule-free as possible. This, if you know me, is not my norm. I thrive on schedules, but, even though I did have moments of terror wondering what we were going to do, I loved the freedom of this trip.

I usually find that scheduling my time is more purposeful, and I’m able to get a lot more done. But this trip wasn’t about getting as much done as possible. It was about spending as much time together as possible. We were able to do a lot, which my Type A side appreciated. More than that, though, we were able to do a lot together. I loved sharing a meal at Commander’s Palace with my babies. Having my daugther choose to take a buggy ride as her choice of activity warmed my heart. We hit the highlights in every town, choosing the touristy route, and we spent most evenings playing for a couple of hours in the pool – which the kids absolutely loved.

In New Orleans we ate at Commander’s Palace and Cafe Du Monde, followed by a buggy ride; In Pass Christian we played in white sand and ate the best crab I’ve ever had. In Natchez we toured three homes and took pictures of the Mighty Mississippi; In Natchitiches we ate meat pies; In Jefferson we got Moody Dogs and Riverport barbecue and showed the kids where their daddy proposed to me many moons ago.

I wouldn’t have changed anything about it for the world. This trip also helped me realize something. I’m raising good humans. This will likely come across as though I’m tooting my own horn. My intent is not that at all. My intent is to encourage you to slow down in life long enough to see the good around you. I worry so much about making sure I’m doing everything in my power to ensure that my kids are smart, kind, outgoing, etc., etc., etc. I don’t slow down enough to always recognize that they are truly good people. They’re respectful. They thank others without being prompted. My daughter, at one point in a restaurant, even said, “I know what ladies do. They do this!” Then she promptly placed her napkin on the seat of her chair. This warmed my heart. She’s listening. They both are.

Most importantly, they pray for others who are hurting, such as those currently impacted by Harvey. They are good souls, and I’m thankful I get to be their momma and spend this time with them. I’m thankful for the reminder that they are enough. We all are.

Our prayers are with those who are impacted by Harvey.

Summer Storms

Ah! I knew it wouldn’t be too soon since my last post about summer storms, and I’m so happy to actually have a couple of pictures to share with you this time! If you’re familiar with the South (Texas in particular), the weather changes more frequently than you change underwear. However, I’m home for lunch, so I grabbed a couple of pictures on my way in. Yes, my hair is a frizzy mess now, but it’s so worth it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

As you can tell from the pictures, you can barely tell it’s raining. Earlier for a very brief minute it was coming down in buckets – just straight down from the sky.

There’s no wind today, so as soon as the cool rain subsides, it’s back to a muggy humidity. For a few scarce minutes, though, the slow rain is the exact thing ones needs to cool the air and soothe the soul. I even seem to be slower in my breathing.

Weather is very nostalgic for me. Like traditions, weather can transport to me a different day – a different place, even. Today’s weather reminds me so much of Jefferson, Texas. This place is incredibly special to me, as it’s a place my parents regularly took me when I was little. It’s also the town where Garrett proposed to me. What’s more special than that?

You know how much I like stories. Here’s one. I remember being little and going to ride in the river boat in Jefferson. When I was young, I thought a nice witch was over it. She just seemed magical. I couldn’t remember her name to save my life, but last year when my mom and I had a mother/daughter day out to Jefferson, my mom and I decided to take another boat ride. We were walking up to get tickets, and my mom studies the lady for just a minute before saying, “Rosemary.”

The lady looks up a little confused and said, “I went by Mary Rose, if that’s who you mean.” It was her. My magical witch! She said she went by her maiden name because her late husband said if she wanted to be in the canoe business, it was her thing. So she did it as a bit of a jab to him.

This lady who took us out on the water 28 years before, when I was 2, led us out again that day, and I found I was just as mesmerized with her. She clearly had no use for shoes, as she went barefooted everywhere. Along the way, we’d pull over for a bit so she could check her alligator traps, which I found quite fitting. She even trusted my mom to steer while she checked the traps! She smiled and laughed the whole time.

I don’t know why she is someone I’ve thought about for nearly three decades, but I’m glad we had the opportunity to meet again.