Tarrying in town

So, we added another few cities — Knoxville, Charleston, and Austin — to our mix of possible relocation spots, before deciding (for the moment) that we think we just might stay around here. Classic, huh?!

The Dillingham dudes stand 5,946-feet high atop Grandfather Mountain.

Yes, we love the mountains. Yes, we are up for adventures. Yes, we are outgrowing our house. And yes, we are seeking like-minded folks.

But yes, we’ve also realized how great we have it here. We are blessed with growing friendships, incredible neighbors, an amazing church, and a supportive homeschool group filled with kind and generous families.

Throughout all of this deliberation, I think our main goal was setting out to create and build strong relationships with other humans. I suppose the most apt assessment would be that we were in search of community.

See, Stephen and I have felt like square pegs for a long time now. And when the rest of the world abounds with round holes, it can feel quite isolating. Sure, individualism is a precious thing, but no man is an island, and most people yearn for social interactions that foster growth.

Daddy & the boys soak in all the beauty of the Blue Ridge. So darn pretty.

But so what if I’m considered a bit of a dissident in one realm of my life and then a little of a renegade in the another? Really, is that anything new? And really, would I have it any other way?!

After all, I’ve always had a rebellious streak. I mean, after realizing way back in middle school the foolishness of following the crowd, I’ve done a pretty thorough job of bucking conformity ever since. Stephen and I always get a chuckle when talking about how subversive our lives really are.

Just a few examples of our counter-cultural ways:

  • we’re married, monogamous, and have more than 1.2 kids;
  • we love Jesus, smoke cigars, drink beer, and occasionally cuss;
  • we believe in liberty, but also in virtue, morality, and objective truth;
  • we’re homeschoolers, who decided to homeschool well before we became Christians;
  • we often have more in common with the tattooed, pierced atheists than we do with church-going folks;
  • we attend a Gospel-centered house of worship, not a self-help church;
  • we delight in debate, disagreement, and discussing opinions that differ from ours;
  • we cling to our guns and religion, but we aren’t Republicans and we don’t say the Pledge of Allegiance.

After the boys & I scale Split Rock, Gabriel & I take a selife in front of some brilliant Flame Azalea bushes, which are scattered about the Grandfather landscape.

Stephen and I have discussed and prayed much about all this, and we just figured that God made us who we are for a reason and maybe we’re not supposed to fit in in order to glorify His purposes. Perhaps that’s our cross to bear.

And since we have come to appreciate all the incredible folks we know in our hometown, we might just stay put. It just took us a while and lots of reflection to see that the grass is actually pretty green right here.

Sure, we may relocate to another part of the county in an effort to shorten commutes and get a bit more space in the home, especially if Granny comes to live with us. (Keep your fingers crossed!) But we’re leaning toward not uprooting in a major way.

Instead, we will focus on the relationships we have here, try to grow in community, flourish in faith and knowledge, and still have as many adventures as we are able. That’s the plan for now … but knowing us, it can always change.

Yep, great family picture … other than my closed eyes & thunder thighs. Yikes! Still, everyone else looks rather handsome.

We finally took the boys to the summit of Grandfather Mountain — the wondrous and ancient pinnacle we’ve passed so many times on the way to Granny’s house. In fact, she got us free tickets to the notable Western Carolina destination to help ring in her much-deserved retirement!

After crossing the scary Mile High Swinging Bridge, we just let the quiet splendor of the Appalachians speak to us. Man, do I relish the mountains.

We also saw bears, otters, deer, a cougar, and a bald eagle in the wildlife habitat; climbed Split Rock for another sweet view; ate tons of locally made fudge; and (most importantly) got to spend some quality time with our beloved Granny!

Here we have a breathtaking backdrop, my husband NOT making a silly face (which is his usual M.O. for photos), & me … blinking. Sigh. Oh well, it’s still a nice shot taken by steady-hand Houston.

Other happenings:

  • The boys survived and thrived at Mountain Top Youth Camp. I’m especially proud of Gabe and Zeke, who tend to lean on mama a whole lot more than does Houston. Way to go, big boys!
  • Cousin Rick visited for the first time in almost six years. It was a chill weekend, and his rekindled passion for guitar has inspired Stephen and me to dust off ours. We plan on building are now-tender callouses into sturdy, guitar-playing machinery!
  • Gabriel and Zeke had their first piano lesson last Thursday! Their maturity with Miss Julie was evident, and our tripled time at her house was surprisingly calm and productive (i.e., we did school). I pray we maintain this happy pattern.
  • The dudes wrapped up baseball in late May. The Cardinals weren’t the best team, but boy, did everyone drastically improve their skills over the season. Also, a heartfelt thanks goes out to Daddy for getting them to all their practices!

Gabriel proudly displays his hand-crafted bow & arrow on pickup day @ Mountain Top. By that grin, I think it’s safe to say he had a blast @ homeschool camp!

  • We had our community group leaders, Andrew and Lindsey, and their daughter to our house for dinner recently. It was nice to get to know them better ’cause they are some solid folks.
  • Another great person is my pal, Adair, who had us over to her neighborhood pool last week. Her oldest kid, Will, is one of the 3 Amigos’ best buds, and we just so enjoy spending time with their whole crew. Such cool, genuine people!
  • The boys have gotten tight with Dixie, our homeschooled neighbor, who has always been a pal, but never really a BFF. But now, they all eagerly run out to meet each other and play four-square during “school day” lunch breaks, and get together for volleyball and water-gun battles in the evening. Good neighbors, rock!

The boys don’t want to leave camp & keep on playing “Ga Ga” w/ their friends. The game was all the rage for the first few days they were back home, but now Monopoly is again in the top spot.

Last but certainly not least, we went to Richmond to visit Gramsey, who recently had brain surgery! Yes, you heard me right. She had gotten CT-scan for a pain on one side of her head when the docs found a potentially deadly aneurysm on the opposite side.

Her operation went well, and her recovery has been quite speedy. She just has to avoid picking up heavy things and getting her heart rate too high for a while, which is actually challenging for my workhorse mother, but Papa is keeping her in check.

Strangely, the sciatica in her leg and hip, and the probably pinched nerve in her neck and head (opposite side of the aneurysm) are causing her more pain and grief than her post-surgery recovery. We love you, Gramsey, and are praying for your good health!

Dance like nobody’s watching

I felt compelled to do a photo montage of the 3 Amigos’ dancing skills from Casey and Garret’s wedding reception.

Gabriel is psyched to be shaking a leg with the beautiful bride!

 

Gabriel & Zeke study the big kids moves, and then put the rhythms into action!

 

HL & Zeke get Merdy, and Gabriel goes round and round.

 

 

At left: Gabriel & Meredith do their grooviest Macarena, as Zeke checks out the other people getting down to this iconic ’90s dance tune.

Gabriel does a funky robot (below left), and Houston gets air bound (below right) as he overcomes his slight apprehension to party dancing.

 

The Big Easy

The big news since the last blog was that Casey and Garret got hitched, and we traveled to New Orleans for the multiple-day love fest.

The dudes literally hang out in a bevy of palms in Jackson Square.

We opted to drive to Louisiana, instead of fly. Not only would the latter have been extremely expensive, but we wanted to avoid the many hassles of air travel, most notably the TSA feeling up our kids.

To make our road travels as stress-free as possible, we decided to take two days for the 12-hour trip. Cousin Meredith was also our partner in crime, which was great fun and quite helpful to boot. She played games with the boys, took them on bathroom breaks, tied their shoes, helped distribute car food, etc.

Poor thing, I think we wore her out! Nah, I’m pretty sure she had a large time and enjoyed the many antics that result from travels with Clan Dillingham.

Shopping for Mardi Gras masks on Bourbon Street w/ Meredith.

The trip down south went swimmingly. We saw landmarks, like the South Carolina peach under construction, and got a slowpoke view of Atlanta due to traffic. We were able to easily spot cool sites, including the Olympic torch, Cartoon Network, Coca-Cola, CNN, and the Georgia Capitol. Half the fun’s getting there, right?!

The boys were extremely excited each and every time we entered a new state, joyfully screaming when they were lucky enough to spot the “welcome to” sign. We tried to make our car tunes correspond with the geography, so you know the dudes were belting out “Sweet Home Alabama” by evening.

We spent our first night in Montgomery with my old pal, Jamie. The last time Stephen and I saw Jamie was when I was pregnant with Houston. It was wonderful for him to be able to meet the 3 Amigos, and for us to be able to meet his wife, Kim, and adorable toddler daughter, Claire.

After French rule, New Orleans was part of a Spanish colony and today’s Jackson Square was called Plaza de Armas. Then the French ruled again. Then America got the land in the Louisiana Purchase. Then the park was renamed after Gen. Andrew Jackson, hero of the Battle of New Orleans during the War of 1812. And then he rode this fame all the way to the White House. History’s so interesting.

Jamie treated our entire crew to a veritable feast at a Thai restaurant, and then we crashed for free at his father’s old house. Both gestures are indicative of Jamie’s sweet nature and willingness to always do for others.

I had a total fail, somehow managing to take zero pics of this memorable reunion. (That’s so unlike me.) I suppose we’ll just have to get together with you and the girls again some time soon, Jamie!

Driving across Lake Pontchartrain, jamming Lucinda Williams, soaking in the Big Easy skyline in front us: it was just a surreal thing. Some of you may remember, after a brief summer internship, I left New Orleans in August 1998, shaking my fist in the air and swearing that I would never be back.

Why on earth is there a giant cactus in the front yard of this home in the Irish Channel neighborhood? ‘Cause Nawlins does things big and bad, that’s why!

And here I was, with husband and kids in tow, back to see what she had to offer. Fortunately, the Crescent City and I made up and are good friends again.

We arrived in the evening without hassle and got settled into the well-preserved Garden District mansion in which we were renting with our crew: Meredith, Lisa, Albert, Gramsey, Papa, and Rick. For dinner, our first outing was a quick jaunt over the bumpy, broken sidewalks to the Irish Channel for yummy po’boys with hot sauce.

The next day, we took a street car to the French Quarter with Meredith. We ate at Deanie’s, corner of Iberville and Dauphine. Gabriel still talks about the full shrimp (with ihead and eyeballs and everything!) that garnished my Bloody Mary. And I still remember those succulent oysters on the half-shell. Mmm.

Beignets smothered in powder sugar & warm coffee w/ chicory: perfect medicine for a chilly day exploring the big city.

Once our bellies were full, we tooled down Bourbon Street while shopping for masks to wear to Casey’s Mardi Gras-themed wedding reception. Yes, many strange, tawdry, and debauched things were afoot on Rue des Bourbon, even during the middle of the day in wintertime. Zany.

Then we walked to Jackson Square, where we listened to a funky brass band; rested alongside the mighty Mississippi; and warmed up and recharged at Cafe Du Monde.

That night at the rehearsal dinner, we were treated to delicious local cuisine at the Tigermen Den in the artsy Bywater neighborhood. This place was so hip and quaint that we almost couldn’t find it or even figure out how to enter the old-home-turned-rustic-event-facility.

There’s something so intense about standing beside the Mississippi, as it flows boldly and freely through New Orleans. As Mark Twain wrote, “The Mississippi River will always have its own way; no engineering skill can persuade it to do otherwise.”

Two of Casey and Garret’s friends were performing mellow jazz on acoustic guitar and piano. Lisa made an intricately beautiful charm cake for all the bridesmaids. Plus, there were four king cakes from which to choose for dessert, so the whole New Orleans vibe just permeated the relaxed evening.

The next day was the wedding, which was held at the magnificent Saint Theresa of Avila, the second oldest Catholic church in the city. Casey looked drop-dead gorgeous, Garret was handsome and oh-so happy, and Papa was extremely proud to give away his beloved granddaughter.

Meredith was the cantor, expertly performing hymns throughout the ceremony. I mean, I knew my niece could sing, but her version of Ave Maria literally brought me to tears. Wow!

Karate chops by by the 3 Amigos & Meredith @ the Tigermen Den.

The reception was a blast, of course. People donned festive masks and Mardi Gras beads, sipped Sazerac cocktails, feasted upon flavorful fare, like seared tuna and bacon-wrapped dates, and danced like no one was watching!

In fact, the 3 Amigos stole the show with their moves. Gabriel and Zeke were some of the first to hit the dance floor and really set the tone for some mad boogying, and soon thereafter, Houston joined in the frenetic fun. So much for unsocialized homeschoolers, eh?!

After heading back to the house to get the boys settled in for the night, Stephen and I hung with an ultra-innebriated Rick. So, we opted to play it safe and hit the nearby Verret’s Lounge, as opposed to trekking all the way to the French Quarter to meet up with the wedding crew.

It’s a little blurry & I’m blinking (of course!), but here’s the family-of-the-bride photo … & ain’t she a gorgeous bride!

Verret’s was a cozy, hole-in-the-wall kind of joint, brimming with lots of friendly locals, strong drinks, and killer live music. Unfortunately, Rick spilled his drink a little too close to the pianist (translation: ON the pianist), so we had to hit the road. But at least Rick picked up the tab for our many mojitos … thanks, dude!

Plus, our early arrival back gave us a chance to hang out with Lisa and Albert, who had been super busy with wedding stuff till then. You know you’re having a grand time when you stay up till 5 in the morning watching economics videos with your big sister. Yes, we Quate girls confidently embrace our inner dork!

Then our last day in NOLA included jaunts to the Rum House, a great Caribbean restaurant on lively Magazine Street; a stroll through Lafayette Cemetery No. 2; and then a kid-free night out with Lisa and Meredith to Delachaise, a snazzy wine and appetizer bar that serves some incredible Cuisses de Grenouille (translation: frog legs)!

Lafayette Cemetery is at the same time beautiful and eerie, stark and graceful, tranquil and impactful. The above-ground tombs are a reminder of NOLA’s rich history, as well as the topographical fact that about half of the city is below sea level, giving it an extremely high water table.

So, our trip to New Orleans was a smashing success. And I, who had previously felt so bitterly about the Big Easy, now have quite the sweet spot for this wonderfully complex city and all that makes it so vibrant and unique.

Now, the trip home wasn’t so hot. I mean, we were all pretty tired and a bit bummed about our fun nearing an end, so there were some short fuses for this portion of the journey. There was even a pee-pee mishap (ugh!), but we survived. And what you can expect, really?!

We made it to Auburn, Alabama, on day one heading north. Luckily, the hotel where we stayed had an outdoor hot tub and heated pool, which eased the boys’ road weariness and post-Big Easy blues.

One of the many quirky things found in the Garden District mansion where we stayed in NOLA.

Overall, though, I am quite impressed with the 3 Amigos’ behavior, fortitude, and ability to handle new challenges, big cities, road trips, lots of walking, and unseasonably cold weather (for which we way under-packed). Way to go, dudes!

Congrats to Casey and Garret on embarking on their new life together. Also a hardy thanks to Daddy for funding our vacation, Lisa for scoring the mansion rental, Meredith for being our partner in crime, and God for keeping us safe.

And here’s to our next family adventure, whether that be another trip to a famous metropolis, a trek to one of America’s natural wonders, or perhaps even a move to a new and unfamiliar locale just ‘cuz. New Hampshire, anyone?!?