tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46671463233643325242024-02-07T12:28:15.595-06:00The Nuckols NewsUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger62125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667146323364332524.post-22208019562771012002012-02-01T14:24:00.002-06:002012-02-01T14:58:03.657-06:00Moving OnFor those of you who don't know, we are moving to Charlottesville, VA. In fact, we are beginning our journey there tomorrow. My husband gets to join the staff of a young church plant in the area. We are excited about the journey ahead of us, but also sad to have to say goodbye to our friends and family in TX. <div><br /></div><div>And, yes, I cried. I cried when I had to say "goodbye" to all of my dear friends in Katy, and I cried when I had to say "goodbye" to my home for the last time - the home I had brought my babies home to and spent so many hours feeding and rocking to sleep. This was the home my babies took their first steps in and said their first words. Within this home, we had countless parties and get-togethers with friends and family. As I cleaned that wonderful home on moving day, after all the furniture had been moved out, all I could think about was the wonderful memories we had there. And, then, I couldn't help but be overwhelmingly thankful to my God for blessing me with such wonderful memories. I serve a magnificent God who would allow me of all people to have the privilege of having such wonderful memories.</div><div><br /></div><div>And as Adam and I did our final walk-through of our home before signing it over to someone else, I walked around that empty home and realized that it was no longer a home but a house, a building. It was the place that God chose to bless my family with as a home for the past 5 1/2 years. But now, it didn't hold my family's future. God holds my family's future and He holds all of those precious memories that we will make. Yes, it will be in a new home, but they will still be just as sweet and just as memorable. God reminded me in that moment, as well, that my home will really never be on this earth, but it is in heaven with my Savior who died on the cross so that I can have an eternity of beautiful memories. And I will never have to say "goodbye" again!!!</div><div><i>"Jesus answered him, "If anyone loves me, he will keep my word, and my Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our home with him." John 14:23</i></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667146323364332524.post-12014288918793049122011-05-13T14:36:00.003-06:002011-05-13T15:23:00.670-06:00Bottle of TearsI love bottles. I have all different kinds around my home. I have a beautiful, glass red one on my mantle; I have perfume bottles displayed on my dresser; I have shampoo bottles in my shower, which I love because they make my hair clean. I also appreciate the baby bottles in my cupboard, reminding me of all those sweet moments of rocking and feeding my little girls when they were younger.<br /><br />But my favorite bottle is the bottle of tears I just read about in Psalms 56:8. It says, "You have kept count of my wanderings; put my tears in your bottle." 2 Kings 20:5 is written when King Hezekiah is sick and dying. It says, "Thus says the LORD, the God of David your father: I have heard your prayer; I have seen your tears. Behold, I will heal you." What is so amazing to me is that God not only sees our tears, but He holds onto them in His bottle, keeping count of all of them.<br /><br />Now there is a lot of tragedy in this world. So much pain and suffering that I cannot even fathom, not to mention the amount of tears. A lot of people ask, "Why does a good God allow pain and suffering?" This world is a very evil place, ruled by the most evil of all, Satan. Because our world is evil, we all will have our own share of pain and tears, unfortunately. But I take much comfort that in the midst of all this evil, our wonderful Father holds onto all of our tears remembering each one of them, and counting them all as significant. He doesn't just see you when you cry; He remembers the reason for each tear, showing us how much He loves us. That is what a <span style="font-style: italic;">good</span> God does!<br /><br />If pain and suffering do anything good, they remind us of what is really important - the decision we make about our life after death. Praise Him that for those who have placed their faith in Jesus Christ we have a hope. "I [Jesus] have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have <span class="criteria">overcome</span> the world." (John 16:33) Jesus has overcome all the evil and pain this world will ever bring. And even one day, God will get to throw out all the tears He has gathered in His bottle. Revelation 21:4 says, "He will wipe every <span class="criteria">tear</span> from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away." Praise Him for His victory on the cross and that He offers new life to all who seek Him. That is the kind of <span style="font-style: italic;">good</span> God I serve!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667146323364332524.post-24441183310628737972011-04-21T14:19:00.002-06:002011-04-21T14:40:53.562-06:00The Necessity of the WordNow, I am not a brilliant mind. I don't have my masters or doctorate in anything. I haven't even been to seminary. But I am a woman who reads God's Word and studies it. I want to know my creator and I want to know how I can follow Him more faithfully. <br /><br />I have been doing a Bible study this year that has required me to read through the whole Bible and study the main points and characters of each book. So far, I have gotten through Song of Solomon. <span style="font-style: italic;">I have loved it!!!!</span> I have been able to see such a clearer view of Scripture as a whole and I am so excited to get back into the study in the fall. Of all the things I have learned this year from reading the Word, is that man has the choice to follow God or not. And historically, man has succeeded at this and also failed miserably. Every time man has failed, it is because they have neglected the Word of God. <br /><br />That is why my heart aches and my stomach churns when I start to hear more and more of our generation turning away from the Word. I hate to hear pastors who only teach the nice parts of Scripture, and I hate even more when pastors start to say that some Scripture is untrue or irrelevant. If we have learned anything from history, it is that the only way we will succeed (the way God views success) in this life is by following <span style="font-style: italic;">all</span> of the Word. The moment we start to pick and choose what is true and untrue, we start on a slippery slope to destruction. It happened to Israel every time they neglected to follow the law and it will happen to us as well. If we choose to follow God's Word, meditate on it, memorize it, study it, we will be "like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season and its leaf does not wither. In all that he does, he prospers." (Psalm 1:3)<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667146323364332524.post-2383787309331269442011-04-20T13:53:00.002-06:002011-04-20T14:20:35.631-06:00The Prayer to Keep Going<span style="font-style: italic;">"Then the king said to me, "What are you requesting?" So I prayed to the God of heaven. (Neh. 2:4)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hear, O our God, for we are despised. (Neh. 4:4)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">And we prayed to our God and set a guard as a protection against them day and night. (Neh. 4:9)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Remember for my good, O my God, all that I have done for this people. (Neh. 5:19)</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">But now, O God, strengthen my hands. (Neh. 6:9)</span><br /><br />Praying...I find it hard to do. Why? Maybe I struggle to have faith that the Lord hears me sometimes, or maybe I am too busy, or maybe I wonder if it will really do any good. I am an optimist in general. I tend to see the glass as half full. But sometimes, the subject of prayer makes me a pessimist, especially when I am waiting. Waiting on God to do what I<span style="font-style: italic;"> think</span> He is supposed to do. Isn't that funny? <br /><br />I've been reading Nehemiah lately and am really challenged by his prayer life. Above are just a few of the prayers he records in his book. Nehemiah is given by God the grand task of rebuilding the walls of Jerusalem. They were completely destroyed by the Babylonians about 70 years earlier, and now God is ready to do something great again with his people. And of course, Nehemiah comes across some serious opposition. But his response to any difficulty no matter how great was to pray and keep on going with the task God had given him. He never asks God for a sign of confirmation and he never questions God's plan. He just prays and keeps on going.<br />I am incredibly challenged by that. God has called me to be a wife, a mother, a daughter, a discipler, and a teacher. Now when the going gets tough, how many times do I stop and question? Many times, the toughness of life distracts me from the task God has called me to. Instead of just praying and moving on with what I know to be true, the questions and doubts stop me from being effective. <br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Oh, Lord, teach me to have the focus like Nehemiah did. Teach me to trust you enough to pray and keep moving. Forgive me for all the times I have neglected to pray and remain faithful to what I know to be true. Keep my eyes on you in the good and the hard times.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Remind me always to pray and keep going.</span><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667146323364332524.post-46274091732314827542010-04-23T09:14:00.003-06:002010-04-23T09:52:49.695-06:00Boston Marathon Weekend<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1uzaCW7P6DTUh9fV2UUpb3l33birpQJonNGnL3fcPjCFt9fpnzg5fvx5mOclnKgMpsOdNXykhTUlE-LMlzai_7wnngPOv_-JRhGe0YX-v7ejZeW8Tg5YBlbuRBBZaCEOXKA8BDuuB7Dw/s1600/20100419_0093.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1uzaCW7P6DTUh9fV2UUpb3l33birpQJonNGnL3fcPjCFt9fpnzg5fvx5mOclnKgMpsOdNXykhTUlE-LMlzai_7wnngPOv_-JRhGe0YX-v7ejZeW8Tg5YBlbuRBBZaCEOXKA8BDuuB7Dw/s320/20100419_0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463352420683902770" border="0" /></a><br />Here is Adam after the race. He looks surprisingly good for having just run 26.2 miles in 3:03. We got to see him midway in the race and he flashed a big smile at us. <br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk6Z-QYHqscjbRYg1Ta0AmXSpd3sjGQJw4mluYlmiSmUd9FRuTQDPgGv3bxOnYVkTO6PqoxJKOsXyY8YE6bBLSCGXPqCJt9lYoRdR9U4GfE_EZ9RL2Fb0OMHpp82wHB8EeZr04MNFP_Gg/s1600/20100418_0070.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk6Z-QYHqscjbRYg1Ta0AmXSpd3sjGQJw4mluYlmiSmUd9FRuTQDPgGv3bxOnYVkTO6PqoxJKOsXyY8YE6bBLSCGXPqCJt9lYoRdR9U4GfE_EZ9RL2Fb0OMHpp82wHB8EeZr04MNFP_Gg/s320/20100418_0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463352414565754194" border="0" /></a>Here we are at Harvard. As you can see, just being on the grounds made us feel like we needed to contemplate and think more.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHsp2TnCawBsMWknpjIkEWkk2twzS0u2JxDgoQ_-tidr_qB3BhyiwrM1nABrcwn70Kt4ysF8FSfCRymhTLTldbWYig1OkDcjwTtuGJw2lMuvt7_jY74deB6S_797-i7v-6vuN8K6bbRjM/s1600/20100418_0066.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHsp2TnCawBsMWknpjIkEWkk2twzS0u2JxDgoQ_-tidr_qB3BhyiwrM1nABrcwn70Kt4ysF8FSfCRymhTLTldbWYig1OkDcjwTtuGJw2lMuvt7_jY74deB6S_797-i7v-6vuN8K6bbRjM/s320/20100418_0066.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463352403638854018" border="0" /></a><br />Fenway Park was awesome to see. Such a piece of sports history!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM4DXW3DN4uJ-4ey4tLGQ0cnz6IIuaid-k-pyfVtPX-ddBpiLjLWQZHsPm1lYFULuGlDCffBcpqt1fjTafG1jVf310oLiZ-OFcgcFTt4oCju4RbKn1YlBJ49MSvWQlB_ki_qCuVgpu5gw/s1600/20100418_0044.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM4DXW3DN4uJ-4ey4tLGQ0cnz6IIuaid-k-pyfVtPX-ddBpiLjLWQZHsPm1lYFULuGlDCffBcpqt1fjTafG1jVf310oLiZ-OFcgcFTt4oCju4RbKn1YlBJ49MSvWQlB_ki_qCuVgpu5gw/s320/20100418_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463352394829412354" border="0" /></a><br />This is a picture outside the balcony of where we stayed. It was simply amazing! Thank you, Smarts!!!!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTkhJxqzA3nj1QYWrxg1ytEDVFZU5WNLw2zvt27dG0L-fs7lBMqPVABszgDrR4GNWUB9kdzh02Ot5Hjz4Td13hjxw_eO8FkyGJEAKMExTsQ6gUA40qOWG2hOmJZI92Rp-P_09q8lP_Jmc/s1600/20100418_0062.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTkhJxqzA3nj1QYWrxg1ytEDVFZU5WNLw2zvt27dG0L-fs7lBMqPVABszgDrR4GNWUB9kdzh02Ot5Hjz4Td13hjxw_eO8FkyGJEAKMExTsQ6gUA40qOWG2hOmJZI92Rp-P_09q8lP_Jmc/s320/20100418_0062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463352384875414338" border="0" /></a><br />The day before the race we checked out the finish line because we knew it would be too crowded to see it the day of the race. It was unbelievable how many people were there to watch and cheer for the runners. Boston really does an excellent job on making this a special event for everyone involved. <br /></div><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667146323364332524.post-68445163523478138592010-04-08T14:26:00.003-06:002010-04-08T14:29:45.459-06:00A Look At Whats To Come<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhENQgC2sYuzYPnRaLkAsc6H-kZCoALV4reXNHPn8mbrCY2AUhVDJsQEHTJmU1btTjvNou9oPXSQ3gfj-tmZXzG8S3Ck0EWD8kO5Xj3-yLGLF2K2_u_ZGa0gJwYKAcyiLxNtJZgnSSdKPE/s1600/23458_1387103114152_1129286923_1177733_2025376_s.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 94px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhENQgC2sYuzYPnRaLkAsc6H-kZCoALV4reXNHPn8mbrCY2AUhVDJsQEHTJmU1btTjvNou9oPXSQ3gfj-tmZXzG8S3Ck0EWD8kO5Xj3-yLGLF2K2_u_ZGa0gJwYKAcyiLxNtJZgnSSdKPE/s320/23458_1387103114152_1129286923_1177733_2025376_s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457865746109824066" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisk212mK-tP0YZ8FKnZrIeKDF1VdCK-DDjNz21yeZBY42ZDnHJmQO7Z9Hy-bArxHcCovUtSP2-nrJCr1c148jH49th8Rn4h18pDOeBESMDOT4eqgsnER-tXayebA71wXx41t2FSOZifZc/s1600/23458_1385297749019_1129286923_1172075_1552363_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisk212mK-tP0YZ8FKnZrIeKDF1VdCK-DDjNz21yeZBY42ZDnHJmQO7Z9Hy-bArxHcCovUtSP2-nrJCr1c148jH49th8Rn4h18pDOeBESMDOT4eqgsnER-tXayebA71wXx41t2FSOZifZc/s320/23458_1385297749019_1129286923_1172075_1552363_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457865735414567330" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYpAAHCxjDJM4n5cTdU529vZEdSuxwxlx9MmPhA2qcndW15OQpYReG9l2LNEgUp-d7kjowr7sFivRmZ4vmdg9JR-Jf-0pkPjSHTOCgCYhjFckkhuF2nKuE4jhBRcVmFP4VSZo_N-v-7nc/s1600/23458_1385068223281_1129286923_1171350_7342283_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYpAAHCxjDJM4n5cTdU529vZEdSuxwxlx9MmPhA2qcndW15OQpYReG9l2LNEgUp-d7kjowr7sFivRmZ4vmdg9JR-Jf-0pkPjSHTOCgCYhjFckkhuF2nKuE4jhBRcVmFP4VSZo_N-v-7nc/s320/23458_1385068223281_1129286923_1171350_7342283_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457865729218726322" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">We went to College Station to get our sweet friend and very talented photographer, Liz Chivvis, to take a few pictures of the girls. This is just a sneak peak of what she has taken. Liz is awesome and the girls had fun too, until J started screaming her head off. <br /></div><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667146323364332524.post-15326614433350985262010-03-02T13:35:00.003-06:002010-03-02T13:45:53.962-06:00Convicted!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8PuWmvIMWjgVwQ_WueQEA9Nfb6upLdfFfCKyf9OEnEGkB433cPBAz9EogkRGsp8Z31xLZIuKQ9Rb1W0uaVp4iPxJpwCE0yLNPs1OMBQ3pWXr1pNuiDRBhr51fJGj2uQIUh9PO1WZREP4/s1600-h/IMG_1880.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8PuWmvIMWjgVwQ_WueQEA9Nfb6upLdfFfCKyf9OEnEGkB433cPBAz9EogkRGsp8Z31xLZIuKQ9Rb1W0uaVp4iPxJpwCE0yLNPs1OMBQ3pWXr1pNuiDRBhr51fJGj2uQIUh9PO1WZREP4/s320/IMG_1880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444122625052227298" border="0" /></a><br />J is sitting up now! She is growing up so fast.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhvYXWIISVj_33S16L81xlUqHSfyoNjX_j6NRDe2cE8o_UdEwGv5eMnsHybjkU2hyphenhyphenAPm3w8hvI0kV_FLDBDmghSQt7ouaPs-M6f31hmM8bG-siOqYwGlj974W22nHj1ttijQV8AzR3PS8/s1600-h/IMG_1877.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhvYXWIISVj_33S16L81xlUqHSfyoNjX_j6NRDe2cE8o_UdEwGv5eMnsHybjkU2hyphenhyphenAPm3w8hvI0kV_FLDBDmghSQt7ouaPs-M6f31hmM8bG-siOqYwGlj974W22nHj1ttijQV8AzR3PS8/s320/IMG_1877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444122613999813538" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-_lVwjqVOwJUTvId9Rf_8NGXovmOXlyxMw3ZErva_Bbva8cG4ecLfQZ5UulIyCBioY6HXh8kQqexykJcNDSWN25R8x0tfvUKmbSvkejGRV9puU1h2NqgTAddCvgBk5ACcpnmPo00zB8A/s1600-h/IMG_1871.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-_lVwjqVOwJUTvId9Rf_8NGXovmOXlyxMw3ZErva_Bbva8cG4ecLfQZ5UulIyCBioY6HXh8kQqexykJcNDSWN25R8x0tfvUKmbSvkejGRV9puU1h2NqgTAddCvgBk5ACcpnmPo00zB8A/s320/IMG_1871.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444122607221357970" border="0" /></a><br />Love this picture! Okay, so the reason I was convicted...I took J to the doctor a couple of weeks ago for her shots. K has really gotten into trying to "read" this little white Bible our church gave her when she was born. So, K asked if she could take her Bible to the doctor. My first thought was to say, "No. You don't want to lose it or get it dirty," but then I thought that it is a good idea to be teaching her even now that it is good to take your Bible wherever you go. So, I changed my mind and told her "yes". When we got to the office, I stood in line to check in J and I told K that she can go ahead and sit down since Cinderella was playing on the tv. Well, I watch as she walks over to the seats, sits down next to a boy at least one year older than her, holds up her little Bible, and says to the boy, "Hi. My name is K and this is my Bible. The Bible is God's Word." Oh, how convicted I was by such innocent boldness! Lord, teach me to be just as brave when I find myself sitting next to strangers, and help K to never lose her boldness for You.<br /></div><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667146323364332524.post-26589717423838047952010-02-27T13:22:00.002-06:002010-02-27T13:25:20.171-06:00J's Dedication<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw1ZlE4bXBdc74oxrRMNbwWtMWs3vTk1GsXdNx-eYGTY9nzx4TXP2bcxvYVEQrYAfW0VDfcjR4v1iv3tpPdVDqfCC3_bOeUo_gXWXdDFoLRqfDtjry9dIHWDN-gh-vkVO1B6BKwzBA_L4/s1600-h/IMG_1842.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw1ZlE4bXBdc74oxrRMNbwWtMWs3vTk1GsXdNx-eYGTY9nzx4TXP2bcxvYVEQrYAfW0VDfcjR4v1iv3tpPdVDqfCC3_bOeUo_gXWXdDFoLRqfDtjry9dIHWDN-gh-vkVO1B6BKwzBA_L4/s320/IMG_1842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443006181212619170" border="0" /></a><br />We dedicated J on Valentine's Day at church. We had such a special time with all of the family coming in to celebrate with us. <br /></div><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667146323364332524.post-19343753559185778382010-02-27T13:13:00.002-06:002010-02-27T13:21:59.056-06:00Christmas Time!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBire8EKedfPV7LFGKu6YagbZh3hjJ7422gVmKQtDEtLCgPhXCND70psF_M3swPeK-hkM_knC5fbktDkN0LnDEw1tIgocfjns536G9Cqm37g-uhsGwjJG_9u5YjEQb7o3LHSGgQ2N_dTo/s1600-h/Sweet+Cheeks5.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBire8EKedfPV7LFGKu6YagbZh3hjJ7422gVmKQtDEtLCgPhXCND70psF_M3swPeK-hkM_knC5fbktDkN0LnDEw1tIgocfjns536G9Cqm37g-uhsGwjJG_9u5YjEQb7o3LHSGgQ2N_dTo/s320/Sweet+Cheeks5.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443004641138147474" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiuMTtzRa0h7r6NOlY4uVq8Myjyu_OmJH17Q9rfQ6EIP0z5xg-B2KSai2y_uTjzb6aQWSav08jUVC4zQM7jzF6Vpfu7aRtqcL5XCRgIbhEk0LAMPWyioGSyXnNuGlhHP7VGvxIAXB57Q0/s1600-h/Ginger+Bread3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiuMTtzRa0h7r6NOlY4uVq8Myjyu_OmJH17Q9rfQ6EIP0z5xg-B2KSai2y_uTjzb6aQWSav08jUVC4zQM7jzF6Vpfu7aRtqcL5XCRgIbhEk0LAMPWyioGSyXnNuGlhHP7VGvxIAXB57Q0/s320/Ginger+Bread3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443004639585311890" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs3xGLo1LuXaQ6OipXICZJq5FlbT8earRAXZ4uvgbhuWuFqiE1JG5l0X3_zQNaSd29Hk4-KLgNTQH7_C63IlTB5dq1k03_Z5b_AJuI9EFl0gwl4mjBX-IlYKEiwYhAWBQzu7QfseOk488/s1600-h/Christmas+Morning2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs3xGLo1LuXaQ6OipXICZJq5FlbT8earRAXZ4uvgbhuWuFqiE1JG5l0X3_zQNaSd29Hk4-KLgNTQH7_C63IlTB5dq1k03_Z5b_AJuI9EFl0gwl4mjBX-IlYKEiwYhAWBQzu7QfseOk488/s320/Christmas+Morning2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443004629168111442" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlHVFORZ17qP7XCl825_sfTGg64utlMH8tHjc2bwWgUvEiubEdM3jYHHAaRLVwo2osBTQKFKS74FAiOmLzmF_Rgrk14TuDb-peZEE_apgqgdom9w4LFGNZed8wKVjUdNxrr_2NdRHimsw/s1600-h/Best+Cousins3.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlHVFORZ17qP7XCl825_sfTGg64utlMH8tHjc2bwWgUvEiubEdM3jYHHAaRLVwo2osBTQKFKS74FAiOmLzmF_Rgrk14TuDb-peZEE_apgqgdom9w4LFGNZed8wKVjUdNxrr_2NdRHimsw/s320/Best+Cousins3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443004616946556962" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb0vnogIo8OviaTeTT5MsLJTss6XeZ_tTc_srp_rtsR9iX1G8XSqCFRXW5n_k_NZBKybQVLS9fJr-T0CIeIWzgvs_OvbMtiHc1Bt_GGcV2nsNKhEbepOIxNU3WVPU88Kgfp8Ws9kQK9NM/s1600-h/Best+Cousins.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb0vnogIo8OviaTeTT5MsLJTss6XeZ_tTc_srp_rtsR9iX1G8XSqCFRXW5n_k_NZBKybQVLS9fJr-T0CIeIWzgvs_OvbMtiHc1Bt_GGcV2nsNKhEbepOIxNU3WVPU88Kgfp8Ws9kQK9NM/s320/Best+Cousins.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443004610928393666" border="0" /></a><br />Here are some very belated Christmas pictures. K and J are here with their cousins. We had such a great Christmas in Galveston and Austin. K especially loved playing princess with her cousin the whole time. They wore their princess costumes non-stop. <br /></div><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667146323364332524.post-32473175544164600272009-12-14T09:11:00.003-06:002009-12-14T10:46:25.483-06:00Let it Snow!<input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzTiPopSafeFkT2nvgfPadlDTj_PT3O8_Y4neqWOMGOTychET-00iY_Qea0vD_n8wNShDXSU2C5xqSKugSeQw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">So, it snowed here in Houston about a week ago. It was awesome. I think I was more excited about it than K, but we had tons of fun in it. K asked to make a snowman, and I tried, but man did it hurt my hands. I could only stand it long enough to build one a foot high. <span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"><span class=" on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"><img src="img/blank.gif" alt="Align Center" class="gl_align_center" border="0" /></span></span> </div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwKxseq_f0QLgiejrTCfyLRunFUkES3pTSzwr-t8SPmf2wagmKWRr37Qe1fRwIN0FyKR7zcB0M-cMRAlbgqBw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667146323364332524.post-71115763439863437632009-11-13T14:39:00.003-06:002009-11-13T14:42:46.074-06:00J in a Bonnet<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWU8jjRKZi85DiP-ASZHcCRpgYP04yKb7g065nqaiDMf_WAw_eMGgH2qE7fLoSl1SZ43pCUvsYrY8bDXguZgLANKeutwxav0Soh-LLXBgAC-FLpfqbp89mcHlRgjT23aTjwW4gUt6X_u0/s1600-h/IMG_1640.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWU8jjRKZi85DiP-ASZHcCRpgYP04yKb7g065nqaiDMf_WAw_eMGgH2qE7fLoSl1SZ43pCUvsYrY8bDXguZgLANKeutwxav0Soh-LLXBgAC-FLpfqbp89mcHlRgjT23aTjwW4gUt6X_u0/s320/IMG_1640.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403690938139684370" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihs7iiCLFzdjIr1wFjUzQnc6a_h0FqayufmM19sCCMDINPAMVljJv_fTQHeLPOWXEV8qc4uEnOFY73_HxDQLnAltEsvAXQ3gtZCaRUkhEKJqKNgqiLwLcmQVCNytSa9xqFhecQVI3TmUw/s1600-h/IMG_1641.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihs7iiCLFzdjIr1wFjUzQnc6a_h0FqayufmM19sCCMDINPAMVljJv_fTQHeLPOWXEV8qc4uEnOFY73_HxDQLnAltEsvAXQ3gtZCaRUkhEKJqKNgqiLwLcmQVCNytSa9xqFhecQVI3TmUw/s320/IMG_1641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403690934333890274" border="0" /></a><br />This is J wearing the bonnet her great grandma made for all the little great grand baby girls. <br /></div><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667146323364332524.post-24568378463927839202009-11-13T14:18:00.002-06:002009-11-13T14:37:12.178-06:00American Idol<input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div style="text-align: center;">Okay, I am embarrassed to say that these videos are from last April. I found them the other day and got such a kick out of them. I thought you would too. Watch the videos in order. You can definitely tell that we were watching a lot of American Idol at that point. <br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy6ypsaT6Z4rtL0Fg1ryutg_xPA7yulb5UkZBm-f4Gric9Vwd1FnOEc2a5uYPG5PpnvbeUVm1Ps2aE2G3s5RA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx8CJP6kKYeFildMFvQzAnC0KoGWknu6czdBb7SQBTa5sWS7i7Z22DjelXlaH8zeyhMHzN0pTm_r_tfEUpu' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxtN_JUMC-qDYy8pTDQsCBSqkpXvFytddP60_Fv5d06khmh7XLhCpIkNe9N096i00VfJlt_dj6NasPj4EP4eQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzQoQXqZMVe9MGT3ygKHP3u7HAz1u3izIdx0gGOcwU6zGk3YXYzjdMz4SjsEHb44vI3nPAAUQFERm2ZqF6-4g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667146323364332524.post-52123654282939630942009-08-20T15:17:00.004-06:002009-09-20T16:48:14.226-06:00J is Here!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-gT9TT-xvGlchu8VFUB6uOgxLWctD7uKiB3DyPIKhByMsrJ1lmptg5RlQOj-OxSvEAMZEbgiU5IVyFl0n5LKYuageo1zFpDjJRidIsqqn-GE5akvYWEJsmtkAQQwa2c5b3YntI-kADtw/s1600-h/beautiful.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-gT9TT-xvGlchu8VFUB6uOgxLWctD7uKiB3DyPIKhByMsrJ1lmptg5RlQOj-OxSvEAMZEbgiU5IVyFl0n5LKYuageo1zFpDjJRidIsqqn-GE5akvYWEJsmtkAQQwa2c5b3YntI-kADtw/s320/beautiful.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372158406658944642" border="0" /></a><br />J was born on July 26th at 1:56am. She weighed 6 lbs and 15 oz. and was 20 inches long. Praise the Lord for a beautiful, healthy baby. Thanks to all of you who prayed for us all during my bedrest.<br /></div><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667146323364332524.post-68930416862974588402009-04-06T20:27:00.003-06:002009-04-06T20:37:33.016-06:00Sea World<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEAlT2d8Ksk13DNvkLIVwCRLtxmm1Qj_phpDqf9KwcRZ2DoV490iWI4P_b3lXgIAud5xRlZHPys5GlbqYdsWotbJ8rzNqEYFrer9AsKR-g0X1qfmnBsn-XoQk3O_pFImRYlq7zDo4mTlo/s1600-h/IMG_1457.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEAlT2d8Ksk13DNvkLIVwCRLtxmm1Qj_phpDqf9KwcRZ2DoV490iWI4P_b3lXgIAud5xRlZHPys5GlbqYdsWotbJ8rzNqEYFrer9AsKR-g0X1qfmnBsn-XoQk3O_pFImRYlq7zDo4mTlo/s320/IMG_1457.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321770905434861858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9DltLjfE8LD-9W4-BYQuNQFDPPbhZu-VurRRxc0pUYYfVYwJadvtJ9567norIz3EGvzNSAcJVVrv213je9a5CXti0iFS8rzXzOCxLycnkZ6N43h8NY78XX9z2C6hOPaF9vdC7gKhPu4M/s1600-h/IMG_1453.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9DltLjfE8LD-9W4-BYQuNQFDPPbhZu-VurRRxc0pUYYfVYwJadvtJ9567norIz3EGvzNSAcJVVrv213je9a5CXti0iFS8rzXzOCxLycnkZ6N43h8NY78XX9z2C6hOPaF9vdC7gKhPu4M/s320/IMG_1453.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321770902590652338" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyy2aa-VfA7_PNOJ7m1Od4TIEAz20KPDggAFfL2WWj4lt7ENCucEkY6NDcnY7UeLdizhskQYzLxv9VS-5YmYQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />We took K to Sea World for the first time over spring break. It seemed to take forever to get there, but it was worth the wait. She loved watching Shamu (and I loved watching her watch Shamu) and at the end of the show kept asking to go down to the front to get wet (we were in the back of the auditorium just so that we wouldn't get wet). She loved seeing the penguins and especially the dolphins. We knew we had to leave the park when K started crying/throwing a temper-tantrum because she couldn't get into the pool with the dolphins. "Swim with dolphins, Mommy!!!!" We may have a very adventurous child on our hands. Keep Adam and I in your prayers.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667146323364332524.post-22142716624035339092009-03-05T21:56:00.002-06:002009-03-05T21:59:07.312-06:00Some Fun Pics<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHDst-c8dsTUILy2cw6mwGUAkaQIPrshTt9ON8ygRZr2IuYWeuwkcVjNsCwIgVdhXWhpisw_7UtrqScKrc6xkY_5NkhlL9vUjIh-ymR5DqEh4tQxAx7nlnf2qw0kOq0cPJjfA6mVtmaXU/s1600-h/IMG_1443.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHDst-c8dsTUILy2cw6mwGUAkaQIPrshTt9ON8ygRZr2IuYWeuwkcVjNsCwIgVdhXWhpisw_7UtrqScKrc6xkY_5NkhlL9vUjIh-ymR5DqEh4tQxAx7nlnf2qw0kOq0cPJjfA6mVtmaXU/s320/IMG_1443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309918864599375634" border="0" /></a><br />K loves to dress herself up and her daddy!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg79l_Iabpd7ZVrMWi9Z7BJST_ZUs0IKFo_rSBO9zlFwn8NK5W0Y5owMj1hyphenhyphenyTsucejMgF1wMMqTjuiJOxqhLc0R1uQEh4TeTuAT-1vNauPdVQR-UdjyhrxxhCCRAdiPcw6SKpOzEBzWls/s1600-h/IMG_1449.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg79l_Iabpd7ZVrMWi9Z7BJST_ZUs0IKFo_rSBO9zlFwn8NK5W0Y5owMj1hyphenhyphenyTsucejMgF1wMMqTjuiJOxqhLc0R1uQEh4TeTuAT-1vNauPdVQR-UdjyhrxxhCCRAdiPcw6SKpOzEBzWls/s320/IMG_1449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309918854079368802" border="0" /></a><br />Gig 'Em!!!<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667146323364332524.post-46369739436912219852009-01-28T13:56:00.002-06:002009-01-28T14:06:14.504-06:00The Running Man<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicG8RdrlFSh9OMzJ5esX-DVyvabgZTwihsxDRQrlKK_xr1a-Fjzyi6fPQXKbhHViuMU_REWXaF63AJQjTTIpp5QqqMyy_gxM7GHTu0AKA-2_oNym5_NriOKk4zdDEFNBESrhqrpq5N6Lw/s1600-h/IMG_1413.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicG8RdrlFSh9OMzJ5esX-DVyvabgZTwihsxDRQrlKK_xr1a-Fjzyi6fPQXKbhHViuMU_REWXaF63AJQjTTIpp5QqqMyy_gxM7GHTu0AKA-2_oNym5_NriOKk4zdDEFNBESrhqrpq5N6Lw/s320/IMG_1413.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296436664187040466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfBPSn0RTqdS1uPu3I3jXrrZ3xJJxUBDLEAX3adFwM5cNafFIZvfkpxsNB3Bt66qZ7OoYF7e8meWHC5V4avh3nJLEE9uZay35ZVmbRT9Zs6dzdODFgkInW4ECf5HKNLM42qIxncJUPEK4/s1600-h/IMG_1414.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfBPSn0RTqdS1uPu3I3jXrrZ3xJJxUBDLEAX3adFwM5cNafFIZvfkpxsNB3Bt66qZ7OoYF7e8meWHC5V4avh3nJLEE9uZay35ZVmbRT9Zs6dzdODFgkInW4ECf5HKNLM42qIxncJUPEK4/s320/IMG_1414.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296436668483032082" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilxUAMOn68DIE_RyV-CY9-ken-8E8HJP802MxVvv08ErmB5npRGdLFWsSW917_KTxZXj7XMTZozX5qrhSQaCMxAtjgH6RBdRStlthrALMr5mx-3Iin8CgtrbKUg1kbq-ZPewVytdxH6bU/s1600-h/IMG_1415.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilxUAMOn68DIE_RyV-CY9-ken-8E8HJP802MxVvv08ErmB5npRGdLFWsSW917_KTxZXj7XMTZozX5qrhSQaCMxAtjgH6RBdRStlthrALMr5mx-3Iin8CgtrbKUg1kbq-ZPewVytdxH6bU/s320/IMG_1415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296436672975905282" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicWKBeZsP3qrcFh_w8gPfMymJq_89NBgM4qrsmALW2e8UPaIT-rbmdXvyX4A_qhWR3_pc4zEgUXWPlp-vxF05-daNq6HQ6hOCXaRQn-XxUQkVjv-wppPXGIU4hNnF036NvFgGYn0UezDg/s1600-h/IMG_1418.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicWKBeZsP3qrcFh_w8gPfMymJq_89NBgM4qrsmALW2e8UPaIT-rbmdXvyX4A_qhWR3_pc4zEgUXWPlp-vxF05-daNq6HQ6hOCXaRQn-XxUQkVjv-wppPXGIU4hNnF036NvFgGYn0UezDg/s320/IMG_1418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296436677014418530" border="0" /></a><br />Adam ran the Houston Marathon on Sunday, Jan. 18th. It was a beautiful day and we all loved being there to cheer him on. Adam finished the entire marathon in 3:07, qualifying him for the Boston Marathon! We were completely blown away with this time, since he beat his old marathon time by about 25 minutes. That is almost a minute a mile. At the end, though, Adam told me to remind him of the incredible pain he was in the next time he ever talks about wanting to run another marathon. Funny thing is that now he is now talking about doing next year's Boston. I guess this is a lot like giving birth - it is easy to forget the pain ;).<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667146323364332524.post-91323720291318047572009-01-28T13:48:00.002-06:002009-01-28T13:55:34.168-06:00Bonfire<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRhhZKV8dACCKp7zQkTWEvgt2xRanQ3kz4C7S29pz6lZ2lX9MNF7cDTP7sqGjZoeszsb1vzdtGESRksaYaB8Ua6OMuw4M9VIRoUxn-hO_q5tCnYN2ZAzAXgv_GtpF64fB7AzfROHr-5Xg/s1600-h/IMG_1404.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRhhZKV8dACCKp7zQkTWEvgt2xRanQ3kz4C7S29pz6lZ2lX9MNF7cDTP7sqGjZoeszsb1vzdtGESRksaYaB8Ua6OMuw4M9VIRoUxn-hO_q5tCnYN2ZAzAXgv_GtpF64fB7AzfROHr-5Xg/s320/IMG_1404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296434747283584098" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHILUAd2n7PxICFoJ7nPcka7IIXJOjIS5u6_80fbIpRgFbgNQ9OdkoKCs6wXTQxaKtmsC5fgppCVffOo6JLJa6NGqYrYkGKZ5cxlnrZ8VxKWZMlr3_Ayk40zSuu3TwpUNK7MUK9u3Gzi4/s1600-h/IMG_1402.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHILUAd2n7PxICFoJ7nPcka7IIXJOjIS5u6_80fbIpRgFbgNQ9OdkoKCs6wXTQxaKtmsC5fgppCVffOo6JLJa6NGqYrYkGKZ5cxlnrZ8VxKWZMlr3_Ayk40zSuu3TwpUNK7MUK9u3Gzi4/s320/IMG_1402.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296434719990226882" border="0" /></a><br />We had a bonfire a couple of weekends ago with our college students. It was awesome, as you can see. This is the effect of burning 21 dead Christmas trees all at one time. We brought hot dogs and marshmallows to roast, but since the fire was obviously so intense, the guys had to build a barrier for us to stand behind while roasting. Someone even called the fire department, but we weren't in trouble since we were outside of the city limits. This was quite an eventful night of fun and fellowship.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667146323364332524.post-69267048491520383012009-01-28T13:45:00.002-06:002009-01-28T13:48:13.626-06:00Happy Birthday<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQl5u_eHansKyugdJKEB10LVkyYhONqh6SrBVa7vsbw-NA7BYrzHVe6rs1qzQYmcmEkdLbzY_h80N9CgFrtzfEnyWQeyTFlw3hk2MI1EhODpFTG9VPfEjWYQ02gw2TNnCx_4zOJVr4RM0/s1600-h/IMG_1386.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQl5u_eHansKyugdJKEB10LVkyYhONqh6SrBVa7vsbw-NA7BYrzHVe6rs1qzQYmcmEkdLbzY_h80N9CgFrtzfEnyWQeyTFlw3hk2MI1EhODpFTG9VPfEjWYQ02gw2TNnCx_4zOJVr4RM0/s320/IMG_1386.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296433362114803058" border="0" /></a><br />Happy Birthday, my sweet girl! I love you and am so thankful that God brought you into our lives. You are a treasure.<br />(By the way, this is a very late post. K turned 2 on Dec. 31st. Sorry.)<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667146323364332524.post-45008055777065089642008-12-28T20:32:00.002-06:002008-12-28T20:44:32.195-06:00Cozumel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix1AMo-iy9798mquoAecSY8Km-bJScRdnFdE4A3aPguaIosAKuxqi4T-33ocGBaj2aF8GuEkInI-aKdDaE5vT1_QvpgV_I6YJPpu2HcR5wa3u34P4p5nyJI3u-MOPwYji54kxIWU8lE_0/s1600-h/IMG_1316.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix1AMo-iy9798mquoAecSY8Km-bJScRdnFdE4A3aPguaIosAKuxqi4T-33ocGBaj2aF8GuEkInI-aKdDaE5vT1_QvpgV_I6YJPpu2HcR5wa3u34P4p5nyJI3u-MOPwYji54kxIWU8lE_0/s320/IMG_1316.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285035292948661858" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCCDi28gLVWFhMc1VHze-xv3xLL9RUSHvlcngUKtk-JyhYNuUG7S1FNrQSTneRxRGKU6xWu58crGMPHHEC9oE_YsO6s-oPdugb3UqMqMIjHGHswcprXTVTbeA7BmbJvNbuAfB_aMPvDD0/s1600-h/IMG_1312.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCCDi28gLVWFhMc1VHze-xv3xLL9RUSHvlcngUKtk-JyhYNuUG7S1FNrQSTneRxRGKU6xWu58crGMPHHEC9oE_YsO6s-oPdugb3UqMqMIjHGHswcprXTVTbeA7BmbJvNbuAfB_aMPvDD0/s320/IMG_1312.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285035284561578002" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4FpYI3dypNxLP26LGcbDloFSZr-xZ_RU6nDjh9SkJVg0_wls3JyA01FYMX_2Z-IznS9j6y-LLQshMeof-4GpoP79IIU6J8G4VbCgLSpgNV77yT3nJ_AWzZYypQmFf_aGz-O20o9UeGdw/s1600-h/IMG_1293.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4FpYI3dypNxLP26LGcbDloFSZr-xZ_RU6nDjh9SkJVg0_wls3JyA01FYMX_2Z-IznS9j6y-LLQshMeof-4GpoP79IIU6J8G4VbCgLSpgNV77yT3nJ_AWzZYypQmFf_aGz-O20o9UeGdw/s320/IMG_1293.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285035282017557570" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiusPTSFhuFapd2PxMVXhPRIXbUXckAKy-il4AsnsYKnzt8mdDL9IwwHsFiAPeWyLHpV9sO9FIVYuyUbybcpBxx1T5yBaISkmcWkzIXxtqiQPJqwm00QyBVgRjp1vbu8ofG1KcbYpUXsdI/s1600-h/IMG_1341.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiusPTSFhuFapd2PxMVXhPRIXbUXckAKy-il4AsnsYKnzt8mdDL9IwwHsFiAPeWyLHpV9sO9FIVYuyUbybcpBxx1T5yBaISkmcWkzIXxtqiQPJqwm00QyBVgRjp1vbu8ofG1KcbYpUXsdI/s320/IMG_1341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285035270629100770" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdbaEEYs05UN9_kbUKClAOFfZyriQb-G-Ng4D5OqTYlmaYOTWcfJxmAKxLQ2GfhMRoLfeKbNdqwmNz2ALuGXMFdEpq4Jw1IGKVFcjHVqsYTI1WV8LXZ5AmpeDHSAm4Vry3V3Rc-g-rPsw/s1600-h/IMG_1324.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdbaEEYs05UN9_kbUKClAOFfZyriQb-G-Ng4D5OqTYlmaYOTWcfJxmAKxLQ2GfhMRoLfeKbNdqwmNz2ALuGXMFdEpq4Jw1IGKVFcjHVqsYTI1WV8LXZ5AmpeDHSAm4Vry3V3Rc-g-rPsw/s320/IMG_1324.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285035259472625794" border="0" /></a><br />We had a great time in Cozumel this past week. It was a very different Christmas for us but still so fun. K loved the beach and the pool and having so much attention and love from family. It was also such an answer to prayer that she did great on the plane. We were a little worried that her first time on a plane would be crazy, but she did great. (Thanks to all of you who were praying for her.) The portable DVD player we borrowed from some friends was a huge hit. Those things are awesome by the way. Anyways, we couldn't have asked for better weather and I did not want to come home. I guess that is what makes a vacation a true holiday. <br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667146323364332524.post-37213221454990690262008-12-04T14:46:00.005-06:002008-12-04T16:02:52.651-06:00The Wonders of Christmas<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxWzoIBOdEF6CJgAOLPlc3jWVrjTdHuQoSL0Q4cDA7SO31xkppgXYvCi-FsYt4N1pmPW2pAehIeTXb0EkdvCQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I know you can't see much, but you will hear Karis talking about our Christmas tree and the snowman and Santa stuffed toys. I have really loved watching Karis experience Christmas for the first time she can remember.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667146323364332524.post-50631595243993692842008-11-21T09:16:00.002-06:002008-11-21T09:21:28.914-06:00A New Cousin<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx60Ia57zMTWa88Iw4luTmOSEFERJINvz8F92yMMogVuMe0tEatSN1VjJHCPIE_ITstXwbljCKTVS-_pWrdpRPliC3a2oXfTYf3iVy-qJq8A0DXaJC6Rn6cUQmKyIHIdpDmSEYg1qJOPw/s1600-h/IMG_1235.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx60Ia57zMTWa88Iw4luTmOSEFERJINvz8F92yMMogVuMe0tEatSN1VjJHCPIE_ITstXwbljCKTVS-_pWrdpRPliC3a2oXfTYf3iVy-qJq8A0DXaJC6Rn6cUQmKyIHIdpDmSEYg1qJOPw/s320/IMG_1235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271130241662692242" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwdnONs3J4NQsnZT15rb2typFmol8sgdwleH7n_-Lh195V2AMPuefNo1aAd6KrPI1UX0fKzujOS3ZCVY_fjmKB5OfBxnwDSEzuRJfNWTttrLVs8VZlzyp2P9akQfwpzLQm_3mwsJ8hvIk/s1600-h/IMG_1233.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwdnONs3J4NQsnZT15rb2typFmol8sgdwleH7n_-Lh195V2AMPuefNo1aAd6KrPI1UX0fKzujOS3ZCVY_fjmKB5OfBxnwDSEzuRJfNWTttrLVs8VZlzyp2P9akQfwpzLQm_3mwsJ8hvIk/s320/IMG_1233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271130239778599378" border="0" /></a><br />Baby C, K's newest cousin, was born yesterday at 1:12pm. Momma and baby did great! We are all so excited. Oh, and when I showed K this picture above, the first thing she noticed was bunny, not her new cousin, or her aunt and uncle. My, isn't it amazing what is important to a 1 1/2 year old. We love you, Jeff and Kristen, and are praying for this precious new addition in your family. Love that dark hair.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667146323364332524.post-81999754291762793642008-11-12T13:04:00.002-06:002008-11-12T13:13:55.504-06:00My Birthday Weekend<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyX9_fzMIFHRYNk1FvjPj0ZaBlCklIgkfH_jSSOBpdpLyOTv_B37DyaY-NPjpdjtWf6SZnM8M44ITBVKJBkdm2XRiTffJESnOnrA8kKcGhbs3tKydRGFSBCzKR6ZA-BM5zpwsigrl3pxE/s1600-h/IMG_1224.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyX9_fzMIFHRYNk1FvjPj0ZaBlCklIgkfH_jSSOBpdpLyOTv_B37DyaY-NPjpdjtWf6SZnM8M44ITBVKJBkdm2XRiTffJESnOnrA8kKcGhbs3tKydRGFSBCzKR6ZA-BM5zpwsigrl3pxE/s320/IMG_1224.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267849834928805698" border="0" /></a><br />Adam and I got to enjoy a night away at a beautiful B&B in the Hill Country while my parents watched K. <br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2c5idgw6v840haf4GSYgiZmQaw6klK9pFS4iawuy-uhiuxBh6hoJXDCOkx5E8QjAuKlcoDRba214v0VqNtY7Fu52MjLaDFZjVF2BGbUDNkEP25hLy8Xkq-oMmXTwoXbVOt4lMdLUj9pQ/s1600-h/IMG_1209.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2c5idgw6v840haf4GSYgiZmQaw6klK9pFS4iawuy-uhiuxBh6hoJXDCOkx5E8QjAuKlcoDRba214v0VqNtY7Fu52MjLaDFZjVF2BGbUDNkEP25hLy8Xkq-oMmXTwoXbVOt4lMdLUj9pQ/s320/IMG_1209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267849823183400274" border="0" /></a><br />K planted her face on the outdoor fire pit grate. <br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWu0VSt5M6NUmAi_8hNJhyphenhypheniyzZLq9pP8kwK400QNZv5GLr0bkiHAFRW1pgsIFPp563BR7_TZHUmrCnnR7Svxdi9BC10l6H84KBTMOUhqiPCjvzCdBDlxzEbSxQt9T2r0nUl-8XUboGozY/s1600-h/IMG_1202.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWu0VSt5M6NUmAi_8hNJhyphenhypheniyzZLq9pP8kwK400QNZv5GLr0bkiHAFRW1pgsIFPp563BR7_TZHUmrCnnR7Svxdi9BC10l6H84KBTMOUhqiPCjvzCdBDlxzEbSxQt9T2r0nUl-8XUboGozY/s320/IMG_1202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267849818191300562" border="0" /></a><br />K loved playing with my parent's dog, Bailey. She and Papa are watching Bailey run around with the toys they throw her.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1V7urRlF70fyL50N4Sj8e2EtQQRtMPylYItz4cwq4rPXRAziZ-N-Y8ZIGVBJvP0Vclbos6O2bTILeLzu-fXfgMiZU-5Io6G4JzOO_1qxhvq6hMMEOJW9Jdf16HKjsFLnOC5hJdizSUhA/s1600-h/IMG_1196.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1V7urRlF70fyL50N4Sj8e2EtQQRtMPylYItz4cwq4rPXRAziZ-N-Y8ZIGVBJvP0Vclbos6O2bTILeLzu-fXfgMiZU-5Io6G4JzOO_1qxhvq6hMMEOJW9Jdf16HKjsFLnOC5hJdizSUhA/s320/IMG_1196.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267849808092374578" border="0" /></a><br />4 generations.<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667146323364332524.post-79847008008953124692008-11-05T10:05:00.003-06:002008-11-05T13:03:39.734-06:00Angel Girl<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzW09WtfjEiGU1WGOmz7B5UFfXYRG9Vzm453npin9dMsZvO3augyal1xx3wI6DYIktZrQPk3sZTraddwTph3A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667146323364332524.post-38212736425689578222008-11-05T09:04:00.002-06:002008-11-05T09:56:04.173-06:00Our Little Angel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjtyLjYbWMrinYrCK9i4HfLvBzciK1T_HTF0X4T0EL3dAsA90Xb88-a3IbyYnHG3R5P8_Szl_m19CkC7yqDiSOC_Dyd9pvA2TJxdeYAdHuOIhCkZ6pufrt-_csRKB_Py_2QogVnv_XFrI/s1600-h/IMG_1194.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjtyLjYbWMrinYrCK9i4HfLvBzciK1T_HTF0X4T0EL3dAsA90Xb88-a3IbyYnHG3R5P8_Szl_m19CkC7yqDiSOC_Dyd9pvA2TJxdeYAdHuOIhCkZ6pufrt-_csRKB_Py_2QogVnv_XFrI/s320/IMG_1194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265189924181602242" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgteOKa4UQ4mIO195RRrrxVg5y1jX9rQYw2UGQWgur6ftWFgQY-WxXRCeZ4fdhwuHcztnS1JBcqlBGNQxNLAfXHMQnxHgvXQfOGpx0tdcKzjRpldFAYCnPlLlm6-lTwdr9t7l2PujeY8Ck/s1600-h/IMG_1193.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgteOKa4UQ4mIO195RRrrxVg5y1jX9rQYw2UGQWgur6ftWFgQY-WxXRCeZ4fdhwuHcztnS1JBcqlBGNQxNLAfXHMQnxHgvXQfOGpx0tdcKzjRpldFAYCnPlLlm6-lTwdr9t7l2PujeY8Ck/s320/IMG_1193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265189923678937074" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg99bg7CTLoMAOdNSLvZF7atxpSigXBHchM8Pi-kJf9Hwz94bmO7lcNxFh9KY-qFVOSY9Z7PFl1HULc4X8iTvlS6Mawpbiq7PcZGYXW4wx67k96k3O6MEMlNaPxn6KuBAvWhGHmPTkGypI/s1600-h/IMG_1190.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg99bg7CTLoMAOdNSLvZF7atxpSigXBHchM8Pi-kJf9Hwz94bmO7lcNxFh9KY-qFVOSY9Z7PFl1HULc4X8iTvlS6Mawpbiq7PcZGYXW4wx67k96k3O6MEMlNaPxn6KuBAvWhGHmPTkGypI/s320/IMG_1190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265189916984798002" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here are a few pictures from Halloween. K loved being in her tutu but wasn't too fond of the wings and halo. They didn't stay on very long at our church's fall festival. She enjoyed running around with her friend C, the little Aggie cheerleader above. Love those cute girls!<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4667146323364332524.post-7301155700941970292008-07-25T18:42:00.003-06:002008-12-12T23:06:26.781-06:00Beach Trip<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUijRUAG8KOiGp59pxhJ9zPNoJIiHzPYSywYsiFmfyVr9kL1ZMZ10y_27210S1fVNAgNfGBJqDkDmpMDKFy4quVOQjafSmuPa-n5woNszQBnTurGt6V6pObIMk5jQ-v-wegpgPfp4r2hs/s1600-h/140.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUijRUAG8KOiGp59pxhJ9zPNoJIiHzPYSywYsiFmfyVr9kL1ZMZ10y_27210S1fVNAgNfGBJqDkDmpMDKFy4quVOQjafSmuPa-n5woNszQBnTurGt6V6pObIMk5jQ-v-wegpgPfp4r2hs/s320/140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227117677129513090" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2y1Uz8d5-CTpVbMP5vdZqDJlLipPZ3cnQHufE-LgVP6aovv3pDSok6QL5obo0qrQ2B6c1Xw0NWh82Vo_fEA2t5ye5A7q2k7iecIxxNb40biP41PB9v1i3hELw8tmjrFWiePjUhvsmHmA/s1600-h/144.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2y1Uz8d5-CTpVbMP5vdZqDJlLipPZ3cnQHufE-LgVP6aovv3pDSok6QL5obo0qrQ2B6c1Xw0NWh82Vo_fEA2t5ye5A7q2k7iecIxxNb40biP41PB9v1i3hELw8tmjrFWiePjUhvsmHmA/s320/144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227117687710474066" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRrDd6K2wARGy0mX5j_OHfbriVHDNKjFKeSKPLHHBVNCskKV5OM7uHI3sPWw6hcnR_v7EmqFcaXKSeWx-9HlCZdyi_u0Nz1Kx7Cc7XNyCHSqcKaLk1m0Eu-w2WvfrcRnoC8gTrVs0w3VI/s1600-h/183.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRrDd6K2wARGy0mX5j_OHfbriVHDNKjFKeSKPLHHBVNCskKV5OM7uHI3sPWw6hcnR_v7EmqFcaXKSeWx-9HlCZdyi_u0Nz1Kx7Cc7XNyCHSqcKaLk1m0Eu-w2WvfrcRnoC8gTrVs0w3VI/s320/183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227117690028389618" border="0" /></a><br />We just got back from a trip to Port Aransas with the family. We had a ton of fun, but I think the most fun was watching K discover and enjoy the beach. I love how she makes everything more fun and exciting for us. It is such a joy to see things through her eyes. She loved running in and out of the waves, finding shells and putting them in her bucket, but I think the most fun for her was knocking down all of DeeDee's castles. We also took K to the aquarium. She loved the "tootles" (above), and she tried kissing all of the fish in front of her in the giant aquarium. As you can see from the picture above, K won't go far without her bunny. Thankfully, she loved the beach so much that she seemed to forget bunny while out there. That would have been one gross bunny!<br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0