Mardi Gras 2012

So this will be my first time to blog.

When me and Sara were first together, spontaneous trips were the thing to do. Since our little man Ben, we have dialed down the spontaneity in our lives... Except for today. This morning, as we were preparing for church, Sara asked if I would like to go see a Mardi Gras parade. We talked about it briefly and then called her cousin and her husband to see if they would like to accompany us. When our plans were made, we decided on the Moss Point Mardi Gras parade. You know those times in which the journey is the best part of the trip? Well this journey was epic. And I say that with full conviction of the word. I rediscovered this gem of a place called Rose's bbq on hwy 49. Fine bbq in a gas station... Love Mississippi... When we got to Moss Point, the parade was less than dynamic, more DY-NO-MITE. So, we cruised on down to Biloxi Boulevard, chasing a 16t trailer hoping beads would fall off so we would have some souvenir from Mardi Gras. My wife and her cousin yelled at a float that was heading home, and our kids played on the beach... In February... We found a place to eat supper and headed on back home. Despite our lackluster attempts at a Mardi Gras parade, it was the best day I have had in a long while, simply because it was spent with good friends and family. Yet how easy would it have been to feel like our parade was rained on and take on a sour attitude for the rest of the time.
Leaving with a lesson for today: Most of the time WE are the deciding factor in the attitude WE take during certain circumstances.