<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:19:24.469-08:00</updated><category term='goals'/><category term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Correspondence</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-1073360713024348114</id><published>2011-11-20T19:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T19:05:20.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bvOhB8Im15I/Tsm_5_GbPWI/AAAAAAAACUM/OrQtP6RqB1k/s1600/376018_10150333625135740_730445739_8843191_65206714_n%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bvOhB8Im15I/Tsm_5_GbPWI/AAAAAAAACUM/OrQtP6RqB1k/s400/376018_10150333625135740_730445739_8843191_65206714_n%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677279808189054306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many mornings I wake up to a little 3 year old sweetheart saying, "you're a beautiful mama".  Could it get any better?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-1073360713024348114?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1073360713024348114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=1073360713024348114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/1073360713024348114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/1073360713024348114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/beautiful.html' title='beautiful'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bvOhB8Im15I/Tsm_5_GbPWI/AAAAAAAACUM/OrQtP6RqB1k/s72-c/376018_10150333625135740_730445739_8843191_65206714_n%2B-%2BCopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-4618006540290517307</id><published>2010-02-25T07:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T07:11:34.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight I actually cried...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were having family fun night which is a weekly tradition in our family. Out comes the family fun night box and each child gets to pick a slip of paper with an activity on them and that is what the night consists of. There is everything from 'go to Starbucks' (my idea) to 'read a book'. Tonight the two that were drawn were 'movie' and 'make a play'. So off Taylor and Jocelyn went to get ready for their play. A few minutes later a bouncy clown and fair princess appeared ready for their showbiz debut. So I found some music and the clown 'taylor' took the stage. Next was the fairy princess 'jocelyn'. The music that came up just happened to be the newer version of "Over the Rainbow"&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aVhepGj21Bw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aVhepGj21Bw&lt;/a&gt; As she danced Taylor joined in. All the lights were off in the house, "to make it like a show" except for two little lights and while my two older children twirled, sprinted, jumped, and waved their hands I was struck with the picture of a little girl who truly imagined herself a princess and a little boy who really believed me when I said, "you are an amazing dancer". Their joy in making me laugh and clap brought tears to my eyes. These moments are so precious. No really, they are precious. I felt as if God was sitting right next to me and laughing, maybe with tears in His eyes, as He watched His creation dance for the sheer delight and love of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight I actually cried out of joy, because of an overwhelming feeling of blessing, and because the reality of these moments as fleeting truly became reality. If no one ever reads this but it reminds me that my children are a.....gift.....a sacred responsibility then I am glad I wrote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-4618006540290517307?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4618006540290517307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=4618006540290517307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/4618006540290517307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/4618006540290517307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/tonight-i-actually-cried.html' title=''/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-8582974963831924739</id><published>2008-06-24T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:15.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>praying for my little ones...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SGGkBBCcW_I/AAAAAAAAAsc/Gj0kqNxbrEU/s1600-h/june+08+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215630180837252082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SGGkBBCcW_I/AAAAAAAAAsc/Gj0kqNxbrEU/s400/june+08+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we lived in North Platte, NE, I was priviledged to be discipled by a Godly woman. She taught us what she has learned in her years as a wife, mother, and follower of Christ. Her prayer life is probably the thing that I desire most to follow in her footsteps. She gave us a list that she prayed through for her children as they were growing up. So I thought she wouldn't mind if I shared it with you. It might also hold me accountable to be more of a prayer warrior for my children. She would pray one thing from each list to pray for her children every day. I hope this is an encouragement to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SGGj7gWrL3I/AAAAAAAAAsU/OEqL0VBmxkE/s1600-h/june+08+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215630086164393842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SGGj7gWrL3I/AAAAAAAAAsU/OEqL0VBmxkE/s400/june+08+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spiritual-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvation&lt;br /&gt;Read Bible daily&lt;br /&gt;Desire to learn Word&lt;br /&gt;Obedient to Word&lt;br /&gt;Witnesses&lt;br /&gt;Soulwinner&lt;br /&gt;Prayerful&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive to Holy Spirit&lt;br /&gt;Memorizes Scripture&lt;br /&gt;Concerned Sunday School and school teachers&lt;br /&gt;Stability and balance&lt;br /&gt;Contrite heart toward sin in their lives&lt;br /&gt;Usefulness in Church&lt;br /&gt;Mission minded&lt;br /&gt;Have prayer warriors&lt;br /&gt;Integrity&lt;br /&gt;A friend of God&lt;br /&gt;Reverences the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Humility&lt;br /&gt;Zeal&lt;br /&gt;Purity&lt;br /&gt;Godly wisdom&lt;br /&gt;Discernment&lt;br /&gt;Buoyant spirit&lt;br /&gt;Faith&lt;br /&gt;Faithfulness&lt;br /&gt;Family worship&lt;br /&gt;Thankful&lt;br /&gt;Challenging&lt;br /&gt;Exciting&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual songs in their heart&lt;br /&gt;Bold&lt;br /&gt;Wise-all around&lt;br /&gt;Listens to parent's Godly instruction&lt;br /&gt;Responsible to God&lt;br /&gt;Responsible to others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mental- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose and enjoy good reading material&lt;br /&gt;memrizes scripture&lt;br /&gt;Reasoning ability&lt;br /&gt;Logical thinking&lt;br /&gt;Desires to learn new things&lt;br /&gt;Learns from mistakes of others&lt;br /&gt;Accepts mental self&lt;br /&gt;Ability to organize&lt;br /&gt;Disciplined mind&lt;br /&gt;Curious/creative&lt;br /&gt;Proper priorities&lt;br /&gt;Comprehension&lt;br /&gt;Initiative to DO&lt;br /&gt;Orderly&lt;br /&gt;Appreciates and enjoys good music which encourages them to be holy and Godly&lt;br /&gt;know how to handle money wisely&lt;br /&gt;Common sense&lt;br /&gt;Able to learn&lt;br /&gt;Loves instruction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Appreciates good criticism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SGGjzbvcH_I/AAAAAAAAAsM/aeyEckq5_nI/s1600-h/june+08+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215629947487133682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SGGjzbvcH_I/AAAAAAAAAsM/aeyEckq5_nI/s400/june+08+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Emotional-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compassion&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional love for family and others&lt;br /&gt;Able to show love&lt;br /&gt;Self control&lt;br /&gt;Stability in mind&lt;br /&gt;Submission&lt;br /&gt;Accepts disciline&lt;br /&gt;Thoughtfulness&lt;br /&gt;Thankfulness&lt;br /&gt;Honesty&lt;br /&gt;Tolerance of others&lt;br /&gt;Healing of emotional hurts&lt;br /&gt;Gentleness&lt;br /&gt;Meekness&lt;br /&gt;Flexibility&lt;br /&gt;Accepts others as they are&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance of self&lt;br /&gt;Patience&lt;br /&gt;Contentment&lt;br /&gt;Truthful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Physical-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Able bodied&lt;br /&gt;Fit and strong&lt;br /&gt;Heals fast&lt;br /&gt;Sticktoitivness&lt;br /&gt;Desire to eat right&lt;br /&gt;Enjoys wholesome hobbies&lt;br /&gt;Love for profitable activities&lt;br /&gt;Safe&lt;br /&gt;proper competitive spirit&lt;br /&gt;Modest, but conservatively stylish&lt;br /&gt;Endurance&lt;br /&gt;Self control&lt;br /&gt;Not afraid of work (Proverbs 14:23)&lt;br /&gt;Dependable&lt;br /&gt;Punctual&lt;br /&gt;Cleanliness&lt;br /&gt;Accepts personal appearance (that which can't be changed)&lt;br /&gt;Affectionate towards family and friends (not to extreme)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Social-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hospitable- friendly&lt;br /&gt;Loyal to what is right&lt;br /&gt;Spirit filled friends&lt;br /&gt;Quality people who will guide my kids&lt;br /&gt;Good neighbors&lt;br /&gt;classmates who are saved and want to please the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Able to reacho out to help people&lt;br /&gt;Able to give gospel clearly&lt;br /&gt;Able to choose the right people to be with (Proverbs 13:20)&lt;br /&gt;Dates only those who are saved and serving the Lord&lt;br /&gt;Mate- saved and desires to be obedient to Lord&lt;br /&gt;Keeps testimony clean&lt;br /&gt;selfless&lt;br /&gt;Fair with others&lt;br /&gt;Generous but thrifty&lt;br /&gt;Individuality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;High standards for self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-8582974963831924739?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8582974963831924739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=8582974963831924739' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/8582974963831924739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/8582974963831924739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/praying-for-my-little-ones.html' title='praying for my little ones...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SGGkBBCcW_I/AAAAAAAAAsc/Gj0kqNxbrEU/s72-c/june+08+059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-6277213479527845255</id><published>2008-06-21T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:15.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bath time helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SF1_zo2hkOI/AAAAAAAAAr8/JQHCqPOysWM/s1600-h/june+08+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214464468681068770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SF1_zo2hkOI/AAAAAAAAAr8/JQHCqPOysWM/s400/june+08+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kristyn seems really love Jocelyn and Taylor.  She watches them so intently and when they get up close she just smiles and giggles.  She has such a huge beautiful grin.  Jocelyn just loves to be included...in anything.  So every household chore, I have my helper.  She may not actually help but shes learning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-6277213479527845255?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6277213479527845255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=6277213479527845255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/6277213479527845255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/6277213479527845255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/bath-time-helper.html' title='Bath time helper'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SF1_zo2hkOI/AAAAAAAAAr8/JQHCqPOysWM/s72-c/june+08+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-3089208327170664294</id><published>2008-06-20T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:16.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet summertime</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SFwQwLIKLkI/AAAAAAAAArM/VLywyL23Kto/s1600-h/Kristyn+in+April+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214060888394968642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SFwQwLIKLkI/AAAAAAAAArM/VLywyL23Kto/s400/Kristyn+in+April+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SFwQpFOWMTI/AAAAAAAAArE/zkMuKMILcFk/s1600-h/Kristyn+in+April+152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214060766551224626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SFwQpFOWMTI/AAAAAAAAArE/zkMuKMILcFk/s400/Kristyn+in+April+152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;helping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SFwQjAhNMCI/AAAAAAAAAq8/VMypBxvSI3c/s1600-h/Kristyn+in+April+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214060662208933922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SFwQjAhNMCI/AAAAAAAAAq8/VMypBxvSI3c/s400/Kristyn+in+April+155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;posing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SFwQbgejY0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/lxAjLfRT_Lc/s1600-h/Kristyn+in+April+156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214060533348787010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SFwQbgejY0I/AAAAAAAAAq0/lxAjLfRT_Lc/s400/Kristyn+in+April+156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hugging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SFwQVIK2U5I/AAAAAAAAAqs/HH2fp79291U/s1600-h/Kristyn+in+April+159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214060423744476050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SFwQVIK2U5I/AAAAAAAAAqs/HH2fp79291U/s400/Kristyn+in+April+159.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;laughing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOOD TIMES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-3089208327170664294?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3089208327170664294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=3089208327170664294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/3089208327170664294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/3089208327170664294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/sweet-summertime.html' title='Sweet summertime'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SFwQwLIKLkI/AAAAAAAAArM/VLywyL23Kto/s72-c/Kristyn+in+April+149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-5043022360150073817</id><published>2008-06-08T08:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:16.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pink room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SEv-cSmxxHI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Z18Nw40Sm0c/s1600-h/Trip+to+the+Eastcoast+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209537155968386162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SEv-cSmxxHI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Z18Nw40Sm0c/s400/Trip+to+the+Eastcoast+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my favorite rooms in Anne's (my niece's) home is the pink room.  It is a beautiful sun room where she painted the walls a pale pink.  Isn't it gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SEv-Vau7huI/AAAAAAAAAqM/QT9PLluaB4Q/s1600-h/Trip+to+the+Eastcoast+315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209537037890979554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SEv-Vau7huI/AAAAAAAAAqM/QT9PLluaB4Q/s400/Trip+to+the+Eastcoast+315.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Kristyn wouldn't leave until she had her picture taken in such a girly room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SEv-Nt0A15I/AAAAAAAAAqE/GGtFX-0zaMM/s1600-h/Trip+to+the+Eastcoast+311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209536905573619602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SEv-Nt0A15I/AAAAAAAAAqE/GGtFX-0zaMM/s400/Trip+to+the+Eastcoast+311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I mean, who can blame her, every girl should have a "pink" room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-5043022360150073817?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5043022360150073817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=5043022360150073817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/5043022360150073817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/5043022360150073817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/pink-room.html' title='The pink room'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SEv-cSmxxHI/AAAAAAAAAqU/Z18Nw40Sm0c/s72-c/Trip+to+the+Eastcoast+154.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-8119947293304019522</id><published>2008-06-01T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:17.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time with Jacqulyn! (and Shane)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SEK_4SGkz3I/AAAAAAAAAoU/UzhPA-m-kOY/s1600-h/Trip+to+the+Eastcoast+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206935092846710642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SEK_4SGkz3I/AAAAAAAAAoU/UzhPA-m-kOY/s400/Trip+to+the+Eastcoast+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kris, Kristyn, and I spent four great days with our friends Jacqulyn, Shane, Annalee, Shelby, and Avery in Fredricksburg, Virginia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SEK-_yGkz1I/AAAAAAAAAoE/AQBIcGfgLWs/s1600-h/Trip+to+the+Eastcoast+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206934122184101714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SEK-_yGkz1I/AAAAAAAAAoE/AQBIcGfgLWs/s400/Trip+to+the+Eastcoast+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love watching my friends be amazing parents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SEK-vSGkz0I/AAAAAAAAAn8/wceq2iuQqOo/s1600-h/Trip+to+the+Eastcoast+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206933838716260162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SEK-vSGkz0I/AAAAAAAAAn8/wceq2iuQqOo/s400/Trip+to+the+Eastcoast+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who we can grow with in this (little kiddos) season of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SEK-jSGkzzI/AAAAAAAAAn0/UlyoJt9Zn54/s1600-h/Trip+to+the+Eastcoast+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206933632557829938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SEK-jSGkzzI/AAAAAAAAAn0/UlyoJt9Zn54/s400/Trip+to+the+Eastcoast+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who are constantly learning more about eachother in their marriage and who are willing to share what God is teaching them daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SEK-GyGkzyI/AAAAAAAAAns/9UHMxtM7HKU/s1600-h/Trip+to+the+Eastcoast+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206933142931558178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SEK-GyGkzyI/AAAAAAAAAns/9UHMxtM7HKU/s400/Trip+to+the+Eastcoast+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kris and I are truly blessed with your friendship, Shane and Jacqulyn&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SEK99iGkzxI/AAAAAAAAAnk/s2IyaGtOByI/s1600-h/Trip+to+the+Eastcoast+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206932984017768210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SEK99iGkzxI/AAAAAAAAAnk/s2IyaGtOByI/s400/Trip+to+the+Eastcoast+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SEK91SGkzwI/AAAAAAAAAnc/IOJmoef8-9I/s1600-h/Trip+to+the+Eastcoast+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206932842283847426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SEK91SGkzwI/AAAAAAAAAnc/IOJmoef8-9I/s400/Trip+to+the+Eastcoast+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SEK9vCGkzvI/AAAAAAAAAnU/BiK9codWjBM/s1600-h/Trip+to+the+Eastcoast+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206932734909665010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SEK9vCGkzvI/AAAAAAAAAnU/BiK9codWjBM/s400/Trip+to+the+Eastcoast+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-8119947293304019522?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8119947293304019522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=8119947293304019522' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/8119947293304019522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/8119947293304019522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-with-jacqulyn-and-shane.html' title='Time with Jacqulyn! (and Shane)'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SEK_4SGkz3I/AAAAAAAAAoU/UzhPA-m-kOY/s72-c/Trip+to+the+Eastcoast+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-4017371425777579359</id><published>2008-05-29T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:18.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma and Grandpa's house</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SD9ykCGkztI/AAAAAAAAAnE/pMhFdlb_Zb4/s1600-h/IMG00393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206005657628888786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SD9ykCGkztI/AAAAAAAAAnE/pMhFdlb_Zb4/s400/IMG00393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For weeks Taylor talked about going to grandma an grandpa's house so when the day came to leave them to go on our trip to the East coast, it was saying goodbye to smiling children, one getting ready to be pushed on the swing by grandma and the other to go on a kayak ride with grandpa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Its much easier to leave your kiddos when they are so happy about the people you are leaving them with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SD9ybyGkzsI/AAAAAAAAAm8/rlT_4oNfN6A/s1600-h/08-05_taylor_fish_one.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206005515894968002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SD9ybyGkzsI/AAAAAAAAAm8/rlT_4oNfN6A/s400/08-05_taylor_fish_one.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of Taylor's favorite experience during his stay was his fishing outings with grandpa.  This is what he said about the fishing, "Mom, we fished and fished and fished and we only caught a tree".  This is what memories are made of .  Thanks Grandma and Grandpa.  We love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-4017371425777579359?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4017371425777579359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=4017371425777579359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/4017371425777579359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/4017371425777579359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/grandma-and-grandpas-house.html' title='Grandma and Grandpa&apos;s house'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SD9ykCGkztI/AAAAAAAAAnE/pMhFdlb_Zb4/s72-c/IMG00393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-771235106459787968</id><published>2008-04-29T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:18.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love one another...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SBeV4bKQiYI/AAAAAAAAAmk/akI6C8aVKJ0/s1600-h/April+08+225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194785491791153538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SBeV4bKQiYI/AAAAAAAAAmk/akI6C8aVKJ0/s400/April+08+225.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-771235106459787968?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/771235106459787968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=771235106459787968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/771235106459787968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/771235106459787968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/love-one-another.html' title='Love one another...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SBeV4bKQiYI/AAAAAAAAAmk/akI6C8aVKJ0/s72-c/April+08+225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-7972980779540304073</id><published>2008-04-29T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:18.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SBeS6LKQiTI/AAAAAAAAAl8/FbLrDJHip4Y/s1600-h/April+08+258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194782223321041202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SBeS6LKQiTI/AAAAAAAAAl8/FbLrDJHip4Y/s400/April+08+258.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My friend reminded me to cherish the little things today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I was getting Jocelyn in her carseat she stretch out her arms and said, "hug".  After I hugged and turned to close the door she stretched her arms again and yelled, "more!".  Jocey does this every evening and eventually I stop going back for "more", after my friend said she wished her kids still did that I decided I will keep going back until my little princess can't handle anymore mama hugs.  Someday she won't ask for "more!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SBeSxbKQiSI/AAAAAAAAAl0/ifaoNDPG1qA/s1600-h/April+08+255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194782072997185826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SBeSxbKQiSI/AAAAAAAAAl0/ifaoNDPG1qA/s400/April+08+255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-7972980779540304073?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7972980779540304073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=7972980779540304073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/7972980779540304073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/7972980779540304073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/more.html' title='More!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SBeS6LKQiTI/AAAAAAAAAl8/FbLrDJHip4Y/s72-c/April+08+258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-7557119790249842753</id><published>2008-04-23T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:19.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Jocelyn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SA-xU7KQiRI/AAAAAAAAAls/374wxu5Zv_U/s1600-h/April+08+194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192563868417689874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SA-xU7KQiRI/AAAAAAAAAls/374wxu5Zv_U/s400/April+08+194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Princess Jocelyn-  you are truly a princess to your mama and daddy.  Your favorite thing to wear is a pretty dress.  It might be covering all the scuffs and bumps you have from playing rough with your brother.  We love to watch you dance to pretty music, but you also have the best football stance of any boys we know.  Mama loves playing makeup and lotion with you but I also love to watch you wrestle with daddy and Tay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SA-xM7KQiQI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Qitt4g4jPk0/s1600-h/April+08+191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192563730978736386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SA-xM7KQiQI/AAAAAAAAAlk/Qitt4g4jPk0/s400/April+08+191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You are definitely our little princess, but we like your tough girl side too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-7557119790249842753?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7557119790249842753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=7557119790249842753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/7557119790249842753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/7557119790249842753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/princess-jocelyn.html' title='Princess Jocelyn'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SA-xU7KQiRI/AAAAAAAAAls/374wxu5Zv_U/s72-c/April+08+194.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-4161683026197064401</id><published>2008-04-20T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:19.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Put your Jammies On!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SAvAikdnQgI/AAAAAAAAAlM/MYObNWak7ug/s1600-h/Kristyn+LaVon+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191454695610597890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SAvAikdnQgI/AAAAAAAAAlM/MYObNWak7ug/s400/Kristyn+LaVon+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our friend, Andy, is in the Christian kid's music group, Go Fish.  And my kiddos favorite song is "Put Your Jammies On".  Sometimes Tay and Jocey argue all day it seems, then sometimes they are best of friends.  I love watching them love eachother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-4161683026197064401?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4161683026197064401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=4161683026197064401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/4161683026197064401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/4161683026197064401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/put-your-jammies-on.html' title='Put your Jammies On!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/SAvAikdnQgI/AAAAAAAAAlM/MYObNWak7ug/s72-c/Kristyn+LaVon+087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-6992399753990920428</id><published>2008-04-06T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:20.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kristyn has visitors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R_mFm6Cn1uI/AAAAAAAAAlE/kOEW3l3-qlo/s1600-h/Kristyn+LaVon+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186323349355615970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R_mFm6Cn1uI/AAAAAAAAAlE/kOEW3l3-qlo/s400/Kristyn+LaVon+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Many friends and family came to visit little Kristyn during our stay at the hospital.  Auntie Tara brought Kristyn a sweet little outfit for the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R_mFcaCn1tI/AAAAAAAAAk8/kfGRdgyBGiU/s1600-h/Kristyn+LaVon+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186323168966989522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R_mFcaCn1tI/AAAAAAAAAk8/kfGRdgyBGiU/s400/Kristyn+LaVon+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taylor and Grandma Grubb came to celebrate with us.  Tay was not too sure about his new little sis and wouldn't touch her until she came home with us and he knew she was here to stay.  Now he seems quite fond of her and even thanks God for her in his prayers at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R_mFUqCn1sI/AAAAAAAAAk0/NV0LUuo9low/s1600-h/Kristyn+LaVon+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186323035823003330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R_mFUqCn1sI/AAAAAAAAAk0/NV0LUuo9low/s400/Kristyn+LaVon+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our pastor came to visit on his way home from working at the ski resort.  (Not many people can say that about their pastor!) &lt;br /&gt;The next day Josh came with Julie and Asher and some sweet little socks that Kristyn has already gotten alot of use out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R_lXuKCn1rI/AAAAAAAAAks/eCYAl0CxzLM/s1600-h/Kristyn+LaVon+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186272896374789810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R_lXuKCn1rI/AAAAAAAAAks/eCYAl0CxzLM/s400/Kristyn+LaVon+030.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brandon Brinker almost didn't want me to let Michelle hold Kristyn.  I think they should have one of their own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R_lXfaCn1qI/AAAAAAAAAkk/BQHF9CPRDtE/s1600-h/Kristyn+LaVon+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186272642971719330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R_lXfaCn1qI/AAAAAAAAAkk/BQHF9CPRDtE/s400/Kristyn+LaVon+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Leo won the prize for the best gift brought...humongous chocolate covered strawberries from whole foods.  They were the best I have ever tasted!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Auntie Zona came and brought us a movie to watch one evening, "Live Free or Die Hard"...great movie, you gotta see it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brian, Bridget, and Logan came too.  They brought a sweet summer pants outfit.  Thanks guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was so fun having everyone visit. Honestly, the hospital was like a mini vacation for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-6992399753990920428?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6992399753990920428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=6992399753990920428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/6992399753990920428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/6992399753990920428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/kristyn-has-visitors.html' title='Kristyn has visitors'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R_mFm6Cn1uI/AAAAAAAAAlE/kOEW3l3-qlo/s72-c/Kristyn+LaVon+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-7260712678038882752</id><published>2008-03-09T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:20.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jocelyn Donovan at her best</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R9Rc5AFFBFI/AAAAAAAAAjE/q3sM3QKRQFI/s1600-h/March+08+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175864006099141714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R9Rc5AFFBFI/AAAAAAAAAjE/q3sM3QKRQFI/s400/March+08+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Doing?"- what are you doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Going?"- where are we going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R9RcnQFFBEI/AAAAAAAAAi8/lZDBp6_SN20/s1600-h/March+08+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175863701156463682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R9RcnQFFBEI/AAAAAAAAAi8/lZDBp6_SN20/s400/March+08+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dink- May I have a drink, please (or at least thats what I hope she means)&lt;br /&gt;Eat!- This is said as she is running excitedly with arms waving in the air to Daddy's office to go get him for a meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R9RcRgFFBDI/AAAAAAAAAi0/154_9O4tYEY/s1600-h/March+08+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175863327494308914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R9RcRgFFBDI/AAAAAAAAAi0/154_9O4tYEY/s400/March+08+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What?- after you ask her to do something she will walk up to you, usually put a hang on you and ask you this in a very serious voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R9Rb_wFFBCI/AAAAAAAAAis/ALT6c525lDE/s1600-h/March+08+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175863022551630882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R9Rb_wFFBCI/AAAAAAAAAis/ALT6c525lDE/s400/March+08+024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jocelyn's very favorite things: shoes, dress up clothes, lotion, chocolate, anything to drink, putting caps on bottles,  and playing with Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-7260712678038882752?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7260712678038882752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=7260712678038882752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/7260712678038882752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/7260712678038882752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/jocelyn-donovan-at-her-best.html' title='Jocelyn Donovan at her best'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R9Rc5AFFBFI/AAAAAAAAAjE/q3sM3QKRQFI/s72-c/March+08+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-3688580841081732944</id><published>2008-01-22T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:21.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R5bD_SQOrDI/AAAAAAAAAh8/jK2CHEUJcOA/s1600-h/january+08+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158525915198565426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R5bD_SQOrDI/AAAAAAAAAh8/jK2CHEUJcOA/s400/january+08+073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jocelyn and Taylor enjoyed getting pictures ready for Daddy's birthday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R5bDwyQOrCI/AAAAAAAAAh0/az04kGdU3ug/s1600-h/january+08+075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158525666090462242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R5bDwyQOrCI/AAAAAAAAAh0/az04kGdU3ug/s400/january+08+075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and they really enjoyed helping open his presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-3688580841081732944?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3688580841081732944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=3688580841081732944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/3688580841081732944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/3688580841081732944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='Happy Birthday, Daddy'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R5bD_SQOrDI/AAAAAAAAAh8/jK2CHEUJcOA/s72-c/january+08+073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-7471049385933587653</id><published>2008-01-22T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:21.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Years Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R5bCGiQOrBI/AAAAAAAAAhs/4wUs8IF5weA/s1600-h/Christmas+07+261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158523840729361426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R5bCGiQOrBI/AAAAAAAAAhs/4wUs8IF5weA/s400/Christmas+07+261.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On New Year's Eve Taylor was not feeling very well so I decided to stay at home with him while Kris took Jocelyn out on their first father/daughter date.  Jocelyn enjoyed getting all dressed up for Daddy.  They went to a party and were home by Jocelyn's bedtime at 8pm.  Kris and I rang in the New Year together.  Hope your New year has a had a great start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-7471049385933587653?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7471049385933587653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=7471049385933587653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/7471049385933587653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/7471049385933587653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years-date.html' title='A New Years Date'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R5bCGiQOrBI/AAAAAAAAAhs/4wUs8IF5weA/s72-c/Christmas+07+261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-1160404955952703732</id><published>2008-01-22T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:21.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Mighty hunter men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R5a-niQOrAI/AAAAAAAAAhk/T5xXkuUzwts/s1600-h/Christmas+07+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158520009618533378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R5a-niQOrAI/AAAAAAAAAhk/T5xXkuUzwts/s400/Christmas+07+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Over Christmas the men took the boys out clay shooting.  I think this is the beginning of many great man to "man" time out with guns and camoflage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R5a-fiQOq_I/AAAAAAAAAhc/GdwpossBHv0/s1600-h/Christmas+07+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158519872179579890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R5a-fiQOq_I/AAAAAAAAAhc/GdwpossBHv0/s400/Christmas+07+122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; when I asked the boys what they thought of the shooting I mostly heard, "it was loud!"  They'll get used to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-1160404955952703732?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1160404955952703732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=1160404955952703732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/1160404955952703732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/1160404955952703732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-mighty-hunter-men.html' title='Our Mighty hunter men'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R5a-niQOrAI/AAAAAAAAAhk/T5xXkuUzwts/s72-c/Christmas+07+126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-6105749690582010901</id><published>2007-12-16T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:22.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment in the snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R2YMejWqMlI/AAAAAAAAAfs/pDnlLr3eujo/s1600-h/winter+07+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144813343343260242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R2YMejWqMlI/AAAAAAAAAfs/pDnlLr3eujo/s400/winter+07+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The sun was shining so beautifully so we had a beautiful Sunday morning with the kiddos.  We sang Christmas carols with Daddy playing the guitar, read about the shepherds hearing the good news, and then headed outside for some snow angels and snowballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R2YMVTWqMkI/AAAAAAAAAfk/JShgbB7mjU0/s1600-h/winter+07+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144813184429470274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R2YMVTWqMkI/AAAAAAAAAfk/JShgbB7mjU0/s400/winter+07+083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The only time jocelyn was having a good time was when she wasn't touching snow so sitting on Daddy was a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R2YMNTWqMjI/AAAAAAAAAfc/xOCMVaFkmZM/s1600-h/winter+07+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144813046990516786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R2YMNTWqMjI/AAAAAAAAAfc/xOCMVaFkmZM/s400/winter+07+090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taylor helped Daddy with the shoveling and then we all headed in for some hot chocolate, popcorn, and to watch, "How the Grinch Stole Christmas".  A fun day was had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-6105749690582010901?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6105749690582010901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=6105749690582010901' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/6105749690582010901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/6105749690582010901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/moment-in-snow.html' title='A moment in the snow'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R2YMejWqMlI/AAAAAAAAAfs/pDnlLr3eujo/s72-c/winter+07+078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-2974320858957560224</id><published>2007-12-07T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:22.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet and Sour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R1namEp3XgI/AAAAAAAAAd8/dSXRvTRNvDY/s1600-h/fall+07+038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141380797239352834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R1namEp3XgI/AAAAAAAAAd8/dSXRvTRNvDY/s400/fall+07+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jocelyn is the epitomy of sweetness...when she wants to be.  She will give a look that can melt any heart.   But watch out, there is a sour side that has no problem letting you know...no touching allowed.  Her giggle makes me melt and Daddy is undone when his little lady comes running when he walks in the door.  God made Jocelyn to fit with us perfectly.  She is another example to us of our heavenly Father's extravagant love.  We love you Jocelyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-2974320858957560224?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2974320858957560224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=2974320858957560224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/2974320858957560224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/2974320858957560224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2007/12/sweet-and-sour.html' title='Sweet and Sour'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/R1namEp3XgI/AAAAAAAAAd8/dSXRvTRNvDY/s72-c/fall+07+038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-6193035728590677838</id><published>2007-11-16T14:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:23.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit with Blinn...and Samantha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rz4dgvXdmuI/AAAAAAAAAdc/HuAQTAXTzNk/s1600-h/fall+07+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133573073556839138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rz4dgvXdmuI/AAAAAAAAAdc/HuAQTAXTzNk/s400/fall+07+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When God worked out the details of my neice, Samantha, and her little girl, Blinn (14 months) to come visit I could not wait.  And during the three days we had, we didn't waste a minute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rz4dU_XdmtI/AAAAAAAAAdU/USNRcjzQwOc/s1600-h/fall+07+176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133572871693376210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rz4dU_XdmtI/AAAAAAAAAdU/USNRcjzQwOc/s400/fall+07+176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We picked the pumpkins that had grown in our garden.  Tay thought they were cool and helped Dad while the little ladies, couldn't stand to touch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rz4dJPXdmsI/AAAAAAAAAdM/8r_Zm_b6bJY/s1600-h/fall+07+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133572669829913282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rz4dJPXdmsI/AAAAAAAAAdM/8r_Zm_b6bJY/s400/fall+07+154.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tay enjoyed being the big boy with the girls and showing them his swingset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rz4dBfXdmrI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Tn5zoTiouak/s1600-h/fall+07+149.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133572536685927090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rz4dBfXdmrI/AAAAAAAAAdE/Tn5zoTiouak/s400/fall+07+149.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blinn loved the slide once she got the hang of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rz4c4_XdmqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/wpEVSNE4wr8/s1600-h/fall+07+134.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133572390657039010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rz4c4_XdmqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/wpEVSNE4wr8/s400/fall+07+134.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jocelyn and Blinn had a great relationship.  One minute they would be hugging, the next you could hear screeches coming from one or both as they "discussed" who should get to play with the baby stroller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rz4cuPXdmpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ZyrUpXGjUrU/s1600-h/fall+07+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133572205973445266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rz4cuPXdmpI/AAAAAAAAAc0/ZyrUpXGjUrU/s400/fall+07+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bath time was exciting and our big tub got some good use.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rz4clvXdmoI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Y7Zr3HcNbgs/s1600-h/fall+07+102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133572059944557186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rz4clvXdmoI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Y7Zr3HcNbgs/s400/fall+07+102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rz4cXvXdmnI/AAAAAAAAAck/VzD-8Jz43d4/s1600-h/fall+07+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133571819426388594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rz4cXvXdmnI/AAAAAAAAAck/VzD-8Jz43d4/s400/fall+07+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the kiddos headed to bed Samantha and I enjoyed talks until way too late...but every minute was sweet.  Love you, Samantha, Greg, and Blinn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-6193035728590677838?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6193035728590677838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=6193035728590677838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/6193035728590677838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/6193035728590677838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/visit-with-blinnand-samantha.html' title='A visit with Blinn...and Samantha!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rz4dgvXdmuI/AAAAAAAAAdc/HuAQTAXTzNk/s72-c/fall+07+162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-7626452097230748307</id><published>2007-10-26T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:24.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The zoo with good friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RyJRbIP7cQI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ZOVPZK962R8/s1600-h/100_7388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125748852413657346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RyJRbIP7cQI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ZOVPZK962R8/s400/100_7388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tay has a friend...he acts different with her than any of his other friends.  They just have a bond.  Instantly they hold hands and are quite inseperable.  Her name is Toni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RyJRUIP7cPI/AAAAAAAAAb0/vh09m-zplXk/s1600-h/100_7391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125748732154573042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RyJRUIP7cPI/AAAAAAAAAb0/vh09m-zplXk/s400/100_7391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jocelyn is getting to know Toni's little sis, Lauren and someday they will be inseperable too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RyJROIP7cOI/AAAAAAAAAbs/LicijiiOHRQ/s1600-h/100_7390.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125748629075357922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RyJROIP7cOI/AAAAAAAAAbs/LicijiiOHRQ/s400/100_7390.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right now Lauren likes her blankie and Jocey wants her mama.  Thats okay, they are still our babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RyJRGIP7cNI/AAAAAAAAAbk/t-aPPYKnfO0/s1600-h/100_7392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125748491636404434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RyJRGIP7cNI/AAAAAAAAAbk/t-aPPYKnfO0/s400/100_7392.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The zoo was a hit with all the kiddos...especially the elephants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RyJQ3IP7cMI/AAAAAAAAAbc/P6-D-_aN6LY/s1600-h/100_7394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125748233938366658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RyJQ3IP7cMI/AAAAAAAAAbc/P6-D-_aN6LY/s400/100_7394.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey, I think someone forgot to take a picture of Angela (Toni and Lauren's mama) and I.  Oh, well, thats just how it is being a mom.  Love you, Angela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-7626452097230748307?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7626452097230748307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=7626452097230748307' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/7626452097230748307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/7626452097230748307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/zoo-with-good-friends.html' title='The zoo with good friends'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RyJRbIP7cQI/AAAAAAAAAb8/ZOVPZK962R8/s72-c/100_7388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-5293372419855245774</id><published>2007-10-07T14:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:24.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yum!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RwlTpkaQx2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/6QyVAfrUSq0/s1600-h/100_7250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118714425096849250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RwlTpkaQx2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/6QyVAfrUSq0/s400/100_7250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RwlS6UaQx1I/AAAAAAAAAZo/ipzLk_G3rAs/s1600-h/100_7249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118713613348030290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RwlS6UaQx1I/AAAAAAAAAZo/ipzLk_G3rAs/s400/100_7249.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't you wish you enjoyed your food as much as this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-5293372419855245774?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5293372419855245774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=5293372419855245774' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/5293372419855245774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/5293372419855245774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/yum.html' title='Yum!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RwlTpkaQx2I/AAAAAAAAAZw/6QyVAfrUSq0/s72-c/100_7250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-6979075763720853574</id><published>2007-06-20T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:24.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor talk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rnnoj7gw6WI/AAAAAAAAAYI/LWuXd9AlLZ8/s1600-h/may+june+2007+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rnnoj7gw6WI/AAAAAAAAAYI/LWuXd9AlLZ8/s400/may+june+2007+061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078345758805125474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When somethings wrong. "Oh, dear!"&lt;br /&gt;when he does something well (said to himself). "Good job, Taylor"&lt;br /&gt;What he calls me. "Aunt Natalie"&lt;br /&gt;What he tells me at least once a day. "Other people call Daddy, Kris"  and then he usually yells, "Kris, Kris" as if he is trying to find him.&lt;br /&gt;When he does something naughty. "Is that funny?" with a guilty smile&lt;br /&gt;When I tell him to stop squeezing Jocelyn. "I'm just loving her."&lt;br /&gt;When he sees me getting ready to water the garden. "can I help plant the garden?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is more and I hope I get them written down before they are forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-6979075763720853574?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6979075763720853574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=6979075763720853574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/6979075763720853574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/6979075763720853574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/taylor-talk.html' title='Taylor talk'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rnnoj7gw6WI/AAAAAAAAAYI/LWuXd9AlLZ8/s72-c/may+june+2007+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-5082824104377586192</id><published>2007-06-12T21:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:26.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Party for Kaiden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rm9vdLgw6HI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/afSEIF-RyoQ/s1600-h/may+june+2007+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rm9vdLgw6HI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/afSEIF-RyoQ/s400/may+june+2007+002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075397852166940786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brandon and Justina Dean are going to be parents soon, so it gave me an excuse to throw a party.  Except for a few mishaps (ask someone who attended) the party was a huge success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rm9vYLgw6GI/AAAAAAAAAWI/yUdzpCIX8JE/s1600-h/may+june+2007+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rm9vYLgw6GI/AAAAAAAAAWI/yUdzpCIX8JE/s400/may+june+2007+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075397766267594850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sidney and Brooklyn Brinker and Jonatha Tighe were enthusiastic party goers.  They came dressed in their party dresses, thanks for adding some fun to the party girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rm9vSLgw6FI/AAAAAAAAAWA/yYu_jdDkL20/s1600-h/may+june+2007+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rm9vSLgw6FI/AAAAAAAAAWA/yYu_jdDkL20/s400/may+june+2007+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075397663188379730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls were great helps in decorating for the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rm9vMrgw6EI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ibMhIdS2FuU/s1600-h/may+june+2007+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rm9vMrgw6EI/AAAAAAAAAV4/ibMhIdS2FuU/s400/may+june+2007+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075397568699099202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rm9vE7gw6DI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Wnruomjf1n4/s1600-h/may+june+2007+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rm9vE7gw6DI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Wnruomjf1n4/s400/may+june+2007+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075397435555113010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhhhh, the chocolate, the party was held at The Tea Spot in downtown Boulder.  The place is known for great tea and great chocolate.  We took advantage of both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rm9u6rgw6CI/AAAAAAAAAVo/QArxxSJukEg/s1600-h/may+june+2007+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rm9u6rgw6CI/AAAAAAAAAVo/QArxxSJukEg/s400/may+june+2007+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075397259461453858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jocey was very excited about the chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rm9uzrgw6BI/AAAAAAAAAVg/S1jWOQpcBQc/s1600-h/may+june+2007+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rm9uzrgw6BI/AAAAAAAAAVg/S1jWOQpcBQc/s400/may+june+2007+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075397139202369554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rm9utLgw6AI/AAAAAAAAAVY/pW329HQk3SE/s1600-h/may+june+2007+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rm9utLgw6AI/AAAAAAAAAVY/pW329HQk3SE/s400/may+june+2007+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075397027533219842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rm9ul7gw5_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4oicgJQKWwY/s1600-h/may+june+2007+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rm9ul7gw5_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4oicgJQKWwY/s400/may+june+2007+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075396902979168242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are very excited for you, Justina.  Can't wait to meet little Kaiden Dean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-5082824104377586192?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5082824104377586192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=5082824104377586192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/5082824104377586192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/5082824104377586192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/party-for-kaiden.html' title='A Party for Kaiden'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rm9vdLgw6HI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/afSEIF-RyoQ/s72-c/may+june+2007+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-3009608025839119276</id><published>2007-06-09T14:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:26.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Colorado Mamas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RmsWbrgw52I/AAAAAAAAAUI/MpAI5ET9oP4/s1600-h/April+may+2007+504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RmsWbrgw52I/AAAAAAAAAUI/MpAI5ET9oP4/s400/April+may+2007+504.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074174069955422050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About two months ago I started a playgroup for moms in the area.  It has grown from these six to about 28 mamas.  I love getting together with these ladies and just enjoying being moms together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-3009608025839119276?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3009608025839119276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=3009608025839119276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/3009608025839119276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/3009608025839119276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2007/06/colorado-mamas.html' title='Colorado Mamas'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RmsWbrgw52I/AAAAAAAAAUI/MpAI5ET9oP4/s72-c/April+may+2007+504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-3224683861976513736</id><published>2007-05-31T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:26.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>four generations...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rl99S_xArnI/AAAAAAAAASo/c1UcAiTL9eI/s1600-h/Four+Generations+of+Cheeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070909470750584434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rl99S_xArnI/AAAAAAAAASo/c1UcAiTL9eI/s320/Four+Generations+of+Cheeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Great-Grandpa Merle Cheek, Grandpa George Cheek, Daddy Kris Cheek, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little boy Taylor Cheek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Taylor is blessed to have a heritage of Godly men behind him.  Men that have been praying for him for years and have lead lives worthy of being imitated.  Thank you, Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-3224683861976513736?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3224683861976513736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=3224683861976513736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/3224683861976513736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/3224683861976513736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/four-generations.html' title='four generations...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rl99S_xArnI/AAAAAAAAASo/c1UcAiTL9eI/s72-c/Four+Generations+of+Cheeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-5012799345517331083</id><published>2007-05-25T07:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:27.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kate's party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RlbuS_xArmI/AAAAAAAAASg/qphJr18lGpk/s1600-h/April+may+2007+209.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RlbuS_xArmI/AAAAAAAAASg/qphJr18lGpk/s320/April+may+2007+209.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068500440774127202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so fun to have Kate around.  She smiles now and is just getting to the&lt;br /&gt;size Taylor was when he was born, no kidding! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RlbuK_xArlI/AAAAAAAAASY/Lp8hUkjowBc/s1600-h/April+may+2007+202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RlbuK_xArlI/AAAAAAAAASY/Lp8hUkjowBc/s320/April+may+2007+202.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068500303335173714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jan Tighe, Tara Kautz, Kate Kautz, Bridget Sorget, Jocelyn Cheek, Julie Luse,&lt;br /&gt;and Asher Luse were my guests at the party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RlbtxPxArjI/AAAAAAAAASI/jcZz-nUf-fU/s1600-h/April+may+2007+201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RlbtxPxArjI/AAAAAAAAASI/jcZz-nUf-fU/s320/April+may+2007+201.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068499860953542194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RlbtrfxAriI/AAAAAAAAASA/uUB7UTiUT4U/s1600-h/April+may+2007+214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RlbtrfxAriI/AAAAAAAAASA/uUB7UTiUT4U/s320/April+may+2007+214.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068499762169294370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone brought something yummy to eat!  It was a very girly time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-5012799345517331083?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5012799345517331083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=5012799345517331083' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/5012799345517331083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/5012799345517331083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2007/05/kates-party.html' title='Kate&apos;s party'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RlbuS_xArmI/AAAAAAAAASg/qphJr18lGpk/s72-c/April+may+2007+209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-1317648376827612330</id><published>2007-04-24T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:27.947-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friends...someday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Ri7ZPHwSedI/AAAAAAAAAPY/xLqwM-c-C8E/s1600-h/100_5968.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Ri7ZPHwSedI/AAAAAAAAAPY/xLqwM-c-C8E/s320/100_5968.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057218285386496466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Whether its brother and sister...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Ri7ZH3wSecI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/1svKdrvTDak/s1600-h/100_6054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Ri7ZH3wSecI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/1svKdrvTDak/s320/100_6054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057218160832444866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;brother and brother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Ri7Y_3wSebI/AAAAAAAAAPI/y25OcaGbIfc/s1600-h/100_6051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Ri7Y_3wSebI/AAAAAAAAAPI/y25OcaGbIfc/s320/100_6051.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057218023393491378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;or the cousins...there might be many scuffles, tattling, and even fighting, but years from now they will fight FOR one another and count each other as lifetime best friends.  Thank you, God, for family and thank you for helping us, Moms, in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-1317648376827612330?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1317648376827612330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=1317648376827612330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/1317648376827612330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/1317648376827612330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/best-friendssomeday.html' title='Best Friends...someday'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Ri7ZPHwSedI/AAAAAAAAAPY/xLqwM-c-C8E/s72-c/100_5968.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-6935585212711441516</id><published>2007-04-19T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:28.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's rough and tough...He's gentle and sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RifgslMkp6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/2652G5jFDcw/s1600-h/100_5857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RifgslMkp6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/2652G5jFDcw/s320/100_5857.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055256163250382754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's ready to go shootin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RifglFMkp5I/AAAAAAAAANw/p1NX1-37DBw/s1600-h/100_5859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RifglFMkp5I/AAAAAAAAANw/p1NX1-37DBw/s320/100_5859.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055256034401363858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And he takes good care of his animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RifgeFMkp4I/AAAAAAAAANo/d4gtIOegaJQ/s1600-h/100_5862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RifgeFMkp4I/AAAAAAAAANo/d4gtIOegaJQ/s320/100_5862.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055255914142279554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hours of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-6935585212711441516?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6935585212711441516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=6935585212711441516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/6935585212711441516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/6935585212711441516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/hes-rough-and-toughhes-gentle-and-sweet.html' title='He&apos;s rough and tough...He&apos;s gentle and sweet'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RifgslMkp6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/2652G5jFDcw/s72-c/100_5857.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-6877024333801416772</id><published>2007-04-13T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:29.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jocelyn Donovan, Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RiDxy99OBlI/AAAAAAAAAMI/nJ_UbKC6owc/s1600-h/100_6072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RiDxy99OBlI/AAAAAAAAAMI/nJ_UbKC6owc/s320/100_6072.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053304639836784210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On April 5th Jocelyn Donovan Cheek turned one year old!  She wore a dress bought for her by her Grandma and Grandpa Cheek, adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RiDxo99OBkI/AAAAAAAAAMA/cvMD-BBOQXI/s1600-h/100_6096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RiDxo99OBkI/AAAAAAAAAMA/cvMD-BBOQXI/s320/100_6096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053304468038092354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her auntie Nelda, gave her this tiara to wear on her birthday, so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RiDxft9OBjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/sKbIdQ03bBE/s1600-h/100_6105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RiDxft9OBjI/AAAAAAAAAL4/sKbIdQ03bBE/s320/100_6105.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053304309124302386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma Cheek made her three beautiful sundresses for her birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RiDxYN9OBiI/AAAAAAAAALw/4M3RnxuFVi8/s1600-h/100_6117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RiDxYN9OBiI/AAAAAAAAALw/4M3RnxuFVi8/s320/100_6117.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053304180275283490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She loved this push cart that we gave her and plays all the time in the little adirondack chair that Grandma Grubb gave her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RiDxJt9OBhI/AAAAAAAAALo/zw5uTw96tnU/s1600-h/100_6123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RiDxJt9OBhI/AAAAAAAAALo/zw5uTw96tnU/s320/100_6123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053303931167180306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I made chocolate raspberry cupcakes for her birthday cake.  She devoured hers!  We celebrated with Grandma Grubb, Auntie Zona, Auntie Tara, Kristopher, and Josiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-6877024333801416772?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6877024333801416772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=6877024333801416772' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/6877024333801416772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/6877024333801416772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/jocelyn-donovan-happy-birthday.html' title='Jocelyn Donovan, Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RiDxy99OBlI/AAAAAAAAAMI/nJ_UbKC6owc/s72-c/100_6072.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-2260431317068538557</id><published>2007-04-11T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:29.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Evening with Emmaus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rh0YNi-TWLI/AAAAAAAAALg/AyVCn1eqxAk/s1600-h/100_6489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rh0YNi-TWLI/AAAAAAAAALg/AyVCn1eqxAk/s320/100_6489.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052220977985050802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first "Gathering" of our two new house churches was on Easter evening.  About thirty met together in a room at Cornerstone Church (Cornerstone are Rock!). Sang together, listened to Mary Magdelene (Justina Dean) tell her story of the Resurrection, heard the story from scripture (thanks Sidney), and enjoyed the fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rh0YGi-TWKI/AAAAAAAAALY/Ncl0-2Zhnr4/s1600-h/100_6491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rh0YGi-TWKI/AAAAAAAAALY/Ncl0-2Zhnr4/s320/100_6491.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052220857725966498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a sweet time of worship.  I am so thankful for this opportunity to grow with these people, struggle, and see victory together.  We are so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rh0Xni-TWJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/MFlSrkuClh4/s1600-h/100_6496.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rh0Xni-TWJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/MFlSrkuClh4/s320/100_6496.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052220325150021778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Josh taught from I Corinthians and challenged us to get out of the drivers seat and live a new life with Christ in full control. Amen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-2260431317068538557?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2260431317068538557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=2260431317068538557' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/2260431317068538557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/2260431317068538557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2007/04/evening-with-emmaus.html' title='An Evening with Emmaus'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Rh0YNi-TWLI/AAAAAAAAALg/AyVCn1eqxAk/s72-c/100_6489.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-5460123611327470264</id><published>2007-03-07T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:29.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reason to celebrate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Re-bOwcTGuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/veuct99j_gI/s1600-h/100_5623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Re-bOwcTGuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/veuct99j_gI/s320/100_5623.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039417185874942690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love every excuse to celebrate.  I grew up in a family who celebrated everything in a big way and I have always been thankful for that.  I plan to keep up the tradition and am glad Kris is happy to play along.  For Valentines day this year Kris did something really out of the ordinary and made breakfast for me.  He even made ciche!  It was outstanding.   So think of an reason to celebrate and make it big.  In my head right now are five ideas for my next celebration...hopefully I can find the time to do them all (Jocelyn's 1st birthday, our move, Baby Kate, Jocelyn and Asher's dedication, a spring block party....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-5460123611327470264?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5460123611327470264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=5460123611327470264' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/5460123611327470264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/5460123611327470264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2007/03/reason-to-celebrate.html' title='A Reason to celebrate!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Re-bOwcTGuI/AAAAAAAAAI0/veuct99j_gI/s72-c/100_5623.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-8937316199238944561</id><published>2007-01-31T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:29.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RcDITty1qwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4K57-LrzV3s/s1600-h/christmas+2006+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RcDITty1qwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4K57-LrzV3s/s320/christmas+2006+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026237425181371138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These last few days with my kiddos has been amazing.  Just the simple act of turning off the TV has made such a difference in my day.  Now, it still comes on a little almost every day but very little.  I have had the best time just doing household chores WITH my children.  Taylor is great at helping empty the dishwasher and he is pretty good at loading the dryer.   He helps me put things away, but I have learned to be patient and specific.  These things take longer when he helps but they become much more fun.  Tay and Jocey "help" me make lunch and supper most days.  Tay sits on the counter and Jocey in the highchair where we can talk, watch what is going on and sample the good food.  We have taken some time every day to play some game together.  Yesterday it was Candy Land.  The day before it was cars, before that we played farm.  With having the TV off my time nursing Jocey has become so much sweeter.  I actually take the time just to look at her and know that this time is so short so I want to give this time to her.  Thank you Lord, for giving me today, now help me give time to my children. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RcDHSNy1qvI/AAAAAAAAAHk/izW1szWQ5sw/s1600-h/January+2006+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RcDHSNy1qvI/AAAAAAAAAHk/izW1szWQ5sw/s320/January+2006+090.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026236299899939570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-8937316199238944561?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8937316199238944561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=8937316199238944561' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/8937316199238944561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/8937316199238944561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/giving-time.html' title='Giving Time'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RcDITty1qwI/AAAAAAAAAHs/4K57-LrzV3s/s72-c/christmas+2006+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-346265296292013354</id><published>2007-01-21T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:29.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Making a Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RbPdl26hCPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PzVbnerdpl4/s1600-h/100_4555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RbPdl26hCPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PzVbnerdpl4/s320/100_4555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022601651914082546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess, I have a hard time thinking of fun and new things to do with Tay and Jo when we are trapped in the house because of snow or sickness.&lt;br /&gt;Today my idea is to build a fort in the living room and eat popcorn for dinner in the fort.  I think it will be a hit.  Yesterday the four of us played Candy Land, one of my childhood favorites.  I was excited to see that Taylor could catch on to the game already.  We even finished the game.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait till Taylor thinks its fun to play dress up, and I dream about having tea parties with Jocey, but I don't want to just think, "I can't wait till they are older so we can _____"  I want to enjoy every day now.  We aren't watching tv for the next month so we are going to need lots of ideas especially if it keeps snowing!&lt;br /&gt;So friends, please give me your experiences, memories, and ideas.  Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RbPeGm6hCRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iOe03ABEyVw/s1600-h/100_4564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RbPeGm6hCRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/iOe03ABEyVw/s320/100_4564.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022602214554798354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-346265296292013354?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/346265296292013354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=346265296292013354' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/346265296292013354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/346265296292013354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/making-memory.html' title='Making a Memory'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/RbPdl26hCPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/PzVbnerdpl4/s72-c/100_4555.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-4602450329063121673</id><published>2007-01-17T11:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T01:26:30.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Ra6B3m6hCGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WluRUXo_cPQ/s1600-h/christmas+2006+083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Ra6B3m6hCGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WluRUXo_cPQ/s200/christmas+2006+083.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021093426903451746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often get teased because I will be in a conversation and exclaim, "that's my favorite!"  What people don't understand is, I really mean it whenever I say that.  So for all of you who don't believe you can have so many favorites.  Here  is my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books-&lt;br /&gt;A Severe Mercy by Sheldon VanAuken&lt;br /&gt;Mere Christianity by C.S. Lewis&lt;br /&gt;A Chance to Die by Amy Carmichael&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned to God, Oswald Chambers&lt;br /&gt;The Robe by Lloyd C. Douglas&lt;br /&gt;Passion and Purity by Elizabeth Elliot&lt;br /&gt;Shadow of the Almighty by Elizabeth Elliot&lt;br /&gt;Through Gates of Splendor by Elizabeth Elliot&lt;br /&gt;Savannah by Eugenia Price&lt;br /&gt;Loving God by Charles Colson&lt;br /&gt;New Moon Rising by Eugenia Price&lt;br /&gt;Lighthouse by Eugenia Price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foods-&lt;br /&gt;Bagels and cream cheese&lt;br /&gt;Red Curry&lt;br /&gt;avacado&lt;br /&gt;Olives&lt;br /&gt;asparagus&lt;br /&gt;really good steak&lt;br /&gt;dark chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Ra6Cj26hCHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yi6Ejs9pYIw/s1600-h/christmas+2006+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Ra6Cj26hCHI/AAAAAAAAAEA/yi6Ejs9pYIw/s200/christmas+2006+109.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021094187112663154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stores-&lt;br /&gt;Banana Republic&lt;br /&gt;The Bibelot Shop on Grand Avenue in St. Paul&lt;br /&gt;Anne Taylor Loft&lt;br /&gt;Hanna Anderson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places-&lt;br /&gt;Powers Lake, ND&lt;br /&gt;home in Minot, ND&lt;br /&gt;Maranatha Camp&lt;br /&gt;Alaska&lt;br /&gt;Greece&lt;br /&gt;Washington DC&lt;br /&gt;Boston&lt;br /&gt;New York City&lt;br /&gt;Estes Park&lt;br /&gt;Disney Land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animals-&lt;br /&gt;Horses&lt;br /&gt;a really good dog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinks-&lt;br /&gt;grande nonfat caramel macchiato extra hot!&lt;br /&gt;evening in missoula hot tea&lt;br /&gt;iced tea unsweetened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colors-&lt;br /&gt;grey blue&lt;br /&gt;warm tan&lt;br /&gt;rich grey&lt;br /&gt;true red&lt;br /&gt;white white&lt;br /&gt;chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smells-&lt;br /&gt;rain!&lt;br /&gt;the smell of a rodeo&lt;br /&gt;crisp air in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restaurants-&lt;br /&gt;Cafe Latte&lt;br /&gt;Thai Spice&lt;br /&gt;The Green Gateau&lt;br /&gt;Brasserie 10-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, thats a start.  Am I missing any?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-4602450329063121673?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4602450329063121673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=4602450329063121673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/4602450329063121673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/4602450329063121673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-favorite-things.html' title='My Favorite Things'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/Ra6B3m6hCGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/WluRUXo_cPQ/s72-c/christmas+2006+083.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8172196403123861495.post-1924822066255158479</id><published>2007-01-15T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:44:45.194-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goals'/><title type='text'>Changing my way of thinking...</title><content type='html'>I remember being on a drive last January with Kris while we were talking about our goals and dreams. This is something we often do and I am thankful for a man who will dream with me.  Anyway, yes friend, that was one of my PARANTHASES. &lt;br /&gt;I told him how I was feeling impressed to not just make a few outward changes but to really change my whole way of thinking about me, the world I live in, and the life I want to lead. &lt;br /&gt;If heaven really is my home, not just someday but right now I want to live that way.  It would leave no room for worry, envy, greed but would really open up a life of true joy.  This is the life every human deeply desires and I already have access to that life, I just need to really live it. &lt;br /&gt;So last year I committed to "change my way of thinking". &lt;br /&gt;In this year we have had many changes, our family has grown by one, we have changed locations, jobs, new friendships, and in all of this He has been teaching me what it means to live as if heaven is my home.&lt;br /&gt;A new year has started and this is even more my goal or pursuit.  Will I really attain this way of thinking before I get HOME?  Not sure, but I am anjoying the journey...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8172196403123861495-1924822066255158479?l=correspondencegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1924822066255158479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8172196403123861495&amp;postID=1924822066255158479' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/1924822066255158479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8172196403123861495/posts/default/1924822066255158479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://correspondencegirl.blogspot.com/2007/01/changing-my-way-of-thinking.html' title='Changing my way of thinking...'/><author><name>Natalie</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T9oWf_FFUNQ/TNHUOeSHqmI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/5j9XaDxyjxc/S220/IMAG0821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
