If I ever have to leave New Orleans, I'm not sure my heart will be able to take it. This city has embraced me and I've truly fallen in love with everything it has to offer. This past weekend was the perfect example.
Joe and I are blessed to live just two blocks from the famed St. Charles Avenue, where float after float will roll by throughout the carnival season. We pick the quieter, first weekend of parades to go big, gathering friends and family for a tail-gate style weekend of revelry along the Avenue.
This was the first year Beau really appreciated and understood what was happening around him. Watching carnival through his eyes made it even more enjoyable. I'm sure from the outside, we may seem a little crazy setting up a tent, tarps, blankets, table, chairs, ladders, food, coolers, drinks and games, but trust me when I tell you its worth it.
Spending that precious time in the city I love with the people I love is just about the happiest feeling in the world.
Happy Mardi Gras and as we say down here, "Laissez les bon temps rouler!"