Bayside Babbles

Happy Easter, everybody! This year I spent Easter weekend with my Dad’s side of the family at my grandparents’ beloved house on Mobile Bay in Alabama. This home has been through everything– from weddings to hurricanes and countless holidays, family crisis, and travelers. Even Nigel Barker, the famous photographer (you may know him from America’s Next Top Model), has stayed here! The pier has been redone over six times, each time with more love and desire to get the house back up and running so we can continue to grow and cherish it. There’s no place I love more than this one; New York City is a close second. I didn’t realize how much I loved the South until this weekend. I’ll admit, the City is much more my speed. But nothing compares to the serenity given when sitting in your new Eno hammock on the porch while watching the sun set over the endless waters. There’s something comforting about the sound of the crickets and the smell of the crab traps bobbing under the low tide. This place is my second home. I’ve brought friends of every kind and from every group to this place because I can’t resist but share it. The people I care about should experience the beauty that is this place I care about so deeply. I like you a whole lot, Point Clear.


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I couldn’t resist but do a little styling on this beautiful Easter Sunday.
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Clearly I’m really proud of my Easter eggs… I had some help from my little cousins.The google-y eye serves as the dot of the “i” because I just have terrible luck when it comes to those white crayons. I hope everyone had a fulfilling Lenten season filled with the Holy Spirit and family. And candy. Lots of candy. If you want a little more of your Jesus fill, check out my more-perfect-than-perfect big’s blog to read about her Lenten experience! Her words are inspiring and that girl can write in ways that will speak to your heart.

Blessings, Caroline.