A Wedding Before Easter

Yesterday was a beautiful day for a wedding.

The sun shone for hours.

As we crested the hill, the one with the cross on top, and rounded into the gravel drive that took us to the stables, the sky had turned cloudy. The wind was beginning to pick up.

We sat in the back so that one of us could quickly walk out with Mattie once the inevitable talking or crying began.

Another cross. adorned with flowers, hung as the backdrop to the altar.

The groom was standing up front as all the bridesmaids and groomsmen made their way down the aisle.

The two wooden doors shut.

Almost immediately there was a sound.

It grew louder.

I think everyone realized it at the same time.

It was raining, and it sounded like a downpour.

It kept coming.

The doors finally opened, slowly, and she was standing there with a radiant smile on her face.

She was the bride, and she was beautiful and happy. The smile wasn't forced or fake. She was glad!

It no longer mattered that it was raining.

The rain subsided moments after she entered.

It came back a few times as the night and the reception progressed. It was no more than a sprinkle here or there, but it didn't damper the spirits of the happy couple.

And in all that I kept thinking about that smile.

For when all eyes are looking upon you, the tone of what follows is set by you. When the rain comes, a smile may not stop it, but it does wonders for the perspective of those around you.

There may have been many a bride that would have cried. There would likely be some that would be angry. I probably would have been among these two groups.

Not this sweet girl.

She smiled, as she so often does, and walked down the aisle on the arm of her father and danced the night away with her groom.

And in that smile and after that wedding, I can't stop thinking about our responses in life and how a smile, despite the rain, can change the outlook of a whole lot of people.

A Note on Where We Stayed

There's no limit to places one can stay while on a beach trip in Gulf Shores.

The tricky part is finding a place with the right amount of space, especially when four families are involved.

This trip was organized by a friend, so she did all the planning and booking.

I didn't envy her task.

We ended up staying in this four bedroom, three bath house on the beach.

This was the only picture I snapped, and I did it as we played on the beach our final day. There was too much luggage and stuff strewn about for me to take pictures of the inside to do it justice.

The picture makes the space look bigger than it was. There are two units to this one house. We all stayed on the right-hand side, while the owner of the property was on the left.

Each family had its own room, which meant mom, dad and two kids had to sleep in the same room for all involved.

I'm used to sleeping with my kids in the bed, so that part wasn't new for us. It was just the size of the bed that made it a bit difficult.

To make it fair, everyone drew numbers for room assignments. Lucky us, we ended up with the smallest bed.

Oh well, someone had to get it.

Shrimp, Shrimp and More Shrimp

I'm a seafood foodie. Always have been.

Crab legs, crab claws, oysters of any variety, fish, lobster, you name it. I love it.

My favorite is shrimp,

As a young child I would order popcorn shrimp every chance I got, and it makes me one proud momma to know Jack has acquired my seafood-loving gene.

Everyone we were at the beach with loves seafood as well, which is why dinner every night included some type of shrimp.

On our first night in Gulf Shores, Matt and I took the children to The Shrimp Basket. There's no better place to clog your arteries than at this delicious fried-food joint. Jack, Matt and I each ordered a basket of fried shrimp. They do have grilled or blackened items, but it doesn't seem right to not order fried food at a place like this.

On our second night, three out of the four couples decided to pick up shrimp from a local seafood market. The husbands went to pick it up, and I'm proud to say that mine had the forethought to know that it was getting a bit late and he was going to have one ill wife AND one ill child on his hands if they had to wait on the shrimp to cook once he brought it back (neither of us have much patience, nor are we fun to be around when hungry). He got ours steamed there. The only thing we had to do was the peeling!

On our final night in town we went with another couple and their kids to Lulu's, a wonderful hangout for young children. There's lots of sand and buckets to play with while waiting for a table. I ordered grilled shrimp kabobs and ate every last bite.

Before heading home on Sunday, we stopped at The Oyster House where I had shrimp au gratin. I'd never had it this way before and thought I'd give it a try. Truth be told this was my least favorite of all the shrimp meals I ate. The au gratin was too runny for my taste, but the shrimp I picked out of it was delicious. I'm also a sucker for a good salad bar, and this place had one of the best I've seen in a while.

I'm not sure why I didn't order shrimp scampi anywhere??? That, hands down, is my favorite way to eat shrimp!

The Glorious Final Day

A late arrival the first day, an extremely cold and windy second day and a visit to Grandma and Grandpa the third day didn't leave for much time on the beach.

That's why the radiant sunshine yesterday morning, the final day of our trip, had us re-thinking when we would be leaving.

The owner of the property had already told us that we didn't have to be in a hurry to check out.

Despite that, I could feel the internal turmoil as I wanted to let everyone enjoy the morning while at the same time trying to figure out how we could do that and make it back home before midnight.

As I jumped in the shower to get my legs swimsuit ready, I kept repeating to myself what Ann Voskamp so often says on her blog: "Life is not an emergency."

I wanted to enjoy the sunshine. And I wanted to enjoy the moments that matter most.

She loves the water!

 And he loves the sand!

So we didn't rush.

We were the last ones to leave.

We enjoyed a final seafood meal on our way out of Gulf Shores.

And we made it home well before midnight.

A Windy Day - in Pictures

"I can run about - when the tide is out
With the wind and the sand and the sea all about
And the seagulls are swirling and diving for fish
Oh - to live by the sea is my only wish"
                     -Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis

Today may have been the most windy day I've ever experienced at the beach.

I don't think any of us were able to stay outside for longer that 20-minute intervals.

This morning it was almost impossible to stay outside. Almost all the children, save for my Jack, took an early nap.

It was better this afternoon, but still windy.

The heated pool was not heated today, so it wasn't an option.

That didn't stop our gang from building and playing and running and digging in the cold, blowing sand.

Thank goodness for technology. I'm not quite sure what we all did before its advent.

4 X 4

There are 16 of us in a beach house here in Gulf Shores.

Four moms.

Four dads.

Five little girls.

And three boys.

Our friends were in the pool when we arrived. We're slow pokes and were the last ones to make it here.

It's so cold outside, I'm not sure I'll be able to muster the courage to get in the pool, even though it's heated.

Whether I'm able to take the plunge or not, here's to the next few days of friends, food and fun!

Packing Procrastination

Last week, the university I work for was on spring break.

Instead of a trip, we spent the week at home.

We have, however, made plans with friends to go to the beach at the end of this week.

Seeing as I had extra time on my hands last week, one would think I would be prepared for the upcoming trip.

Not the case!

The idea of having extra time seems to create the illusion that there is plenty of time to get things done, which in turn leads to procrastination on my end. Especially when it comes to packing.

Part of that has worked in my favor because had I packed last week, I would have included a lot of items we won't get much use out of based on the current weather forecast.

It's just now, three days out, I'm trying to figure out when I'm going to have the time to pack so we can leave first thing Thursday morning.

Maybe tomorrow morning will be kind and run smoothly enough for me to begin the process. Then again, it may be a late night Wednesday.