tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30117227240868077062024-03-05T21:33:39.388-08:00Our Party of FiveA small glimpse
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The good...
The bad...
And the ugly...Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081845943908470101noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011722724086807706.post-78397352099452727602022-07-02T11:19:00.002-07:002022-07-02T11:24:31.378-07:00The Blog is still here!<p>Wow, its been a while since I've thought of this page. I love that it is still here. I love seeing all of my old thoughts. I truly believe I was part of my best self when I was sitting and reflecting on life. As many know about me, I am usually NOT a deep thinker. What you see is what you get, I usually say out loud what's on my mind and don't usually have hidden agendas.... </p><p>Reflecting today is kind of fun. I'm off of work for summer break and it feels good. Work is a lot with this busy household of boys and I am not sure my family is crazy about the lack of mom this situation has created. Less meals... dirtier house... forgotten things... missed opportunities... and a tired less present #1 supporter. Being a mom and homemaker was all I had transpired to be when I was thinking about my life after high school graduation and now trying to support our household with a second income has brought many changes for everyone and we are marching through it post covid trying to love every minute of "getting back to normal". </p><p><br />Next school year will be the last year with the boys all in the Lynden School District and I am SO sad. They will all finally be back in the same building together making things a little less tricky but wow, how did we get here already? I am learning how to help teenagers navigate into adulthood and it is hard! The constant worry about their choices, their safety, their movement into their adult lives and the decisions they need to make now to pave that way. I yearn to talk to my mom about all of it. I wish I could ask her questions about what she felt like at this stage in her own life. Did she stress about these things? It didn't feel like it. At this point in my life that is what I miss the most about not having her around. I wish I had her wisdom and guidance with raising these boys. Someone to help calm my anxieties about decisions we are making inside our household.</p><p>Life is crazy and hard. All the twists and turns, easy times and hard times, and all the moments I am trying to "take it all in". I wish it would all slow down and simplify but yet every moment we are busy doing things I feel like I am living my best life and wouldn't want it any other way. We do less and less all 5 of us together and slowly I am accepting those little changes of our life. I just hope I never regret a decision we make or a situation I put us all in. I pray daily for God's continued guidance as my boys' mom. I continue to remind myself that he chose me for them and HE has my back.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_O55OpeaMvEmXYUf1tmlPrMAk5JI6DzKHwfO7DeZVCgfS5OiyUoowdiXwtLnYR-PtwaXt452xvPgffM9UCmbv6m2ljLcY970MB6a5MQFJQaEQElK7RrISbaBdO6lSNgyYgoLkY0O5OZRowYIR7lDb4jj_cIP3jC-IhTxWbTa9DVp35s6vKx5vhQw38g/s1440/66211AA5-A284-4D05-BBA6-1BE92249A63C.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1440" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_O55OpeaMvEmXYUf1tmlPrMAk5JI6DzKHwfO7DeZVCgfS5OiyUoowdiXwtLnYR-PtwaXt452xvPgffM9UCmbv6m2ljLcY970MB6a5MQFJQaEQElK7RrISbaBdO6lSNgyYgoLkY0O5OZRowYIR7lDb4jj_cIP3jC-IhTxWbTa9DVp35s6vKx5vhQw38g/w320-h213/66211AA5-A284-4D05-BBA6-1BE92249A63C.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081845943908470101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011722724086807706.post-77941272379485859162018-03-11T22:08:00.002-07:002018-03-11T22:22:25.257-07:00Your HandsYour Hands by JJ Heller.... I discovered this song when my mom was dying. I listened to it over and over. I love this song. I was able to listen to it live last night. I got to hear JJ Heller explain the background to this song and explain how so many people had reached out to her to tell her how much they loved the song and how much it had related to their lives.<br />
My heart started beating so fast in her explanation as I knew the moment was coming where I would get to hear her sing this for me... I never expected my response. I sobbed... I trembled... I was brought right back to every emotion I felt around that time 8 short years ago. It hurt. I could hardly breath. It was so hard. <br />
I sat as silent as I could, trying to really take in those few minutes and those flooding emotions. I know I don’t do that often enough because it... is... hard...<br />
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But wow, it felt so good. It was exactly what I needed. Thank you God for guiding me there and surrounding me with those that love me.<br />
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My mom... May I always remember her exactly like this photo.... Smiling in the sunshine surrounded by her family and grandchildren.<br />
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Today marks 7 years.... while it seems so long ago it also feels like yesterday. I miss this women more than I thought I still would. I miss her voice, her laugh, her hands, her home cooked meals, her phone calls, her guidance, her love... <br />
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I had a great day today at home thinking of her all day. The music station played old country hymns that were exactly what I wanted to hear and were a constant reminder of her. I was able to reflect on my life and the things she has taught me. <br />
* Remember others when they need help, bring a meal, mail a card. Be present.<br />
* Speak your mind but know when to hold your tongue.<br />
* It is ok to be vulnerable.<br />
* Being a wife and a mom is a gift. Cook the meals, clean the mess, provide.<br />
* Have fun and enjoy your life.<br />
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Through it all I have come away knowing more about myself, caring more for others, and creating deeper relationships. I am so thankful I wrote on this blog. I can truly say it was therapy as I would never have said these things out loud to anyone and it has also allowed me to remember moments amongst my grieving.<br />
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Thanks mom, I wish I would have told you that more.<br />
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<br />Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081845943908470101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011722724086807706.post-78156583594932885282016-12-28T19:22:00.000-08:002016-12-28T19:22:00.792-08:00Are there still readers out there....It's crazy to me that it has been over 3 years since I have been on this blog.... Where has the time gone??? I had almost completely forgotten about my writings here. How is it possible I could forget when this was such a vital piece of my grieving process!<br />
I have loved reading back through these posts and reliving some of these emotions and highlights of life. It was such an outlet for me and I am so thankful I have this to look back on because I don't want to forget, especially when I can compare how far I have come.<br />
Life is still hard some days, I miss my mom like crazy but in this journey I am getting better at life without her and her daily guidance. I can't believe we are going on 7 years..... 7 years!<br />
I hope to continue my thoughts on this blog on a more consistent basis.<br />
Are there still readers out there....?Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081845943908470101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011722724086807706.post-56299821777754106262013-04-19T11:10:00.000-07:002013-04-19T11:10:22.772-07:00Can my baby really be 5 today!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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With every birthday I am amazed on how fast time has went. I know that everyone feels the same way but I love reflecting with each special day of these boys on their age cause really I can not believe that my baby is 5 today!<br />
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I love how close these brothers are. Most days they love eachother whole heartedly and other days they can not stand eachother. I love watching this Baar boy unit play, explore, learn, grow, praise, giggle, and love. I AM SO BLESSED!!! Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081845943908470101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011722724086807706.post-54537691174021065442013-03-25T13:04:00.000-07:002013-03-25T13:06:01.718-07:00Treyman is 7Trey's 7th birthday was yesterday. It has been a weekend filled with <strong>TREY </strong>which has been so much fun and I am exhausted! He got to be the special person at school all week and had different activites to do all week. He loved his week!<br />
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He had friends over on Saturday and we played games in the backyard. We were so thankful for the beautiful sunshine which allowed these boys to burn some energy and compete in games which kept this rowdy bunch from destroying this place. He has such a great group of boys in his class and we are thankful for these buddies who will hopefully keep this kid in line the next 10-15 years.</div>
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Trey trying to act like Goofy in Disney. He was so proud of this purchase he made with his money. Typical Trey :)<br />
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I am so proud of this little man! He has such a kind & sweet heart and is loved by so many people. I know he will keep me on my toes in the future but he will also keep me laughing with his goofy self and ideas. I pray that God gives me the <em>patience, guidance, and wisdom</em> to help this boy grow into a Man of God who can do something real special in this world.</div>
Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081845943908470101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011722724086807706.post-62120730329779604492013-03-25T12:52:00.000-07:002013-03-25T13:06:20.151-07:00Disneyland & 3 years in HeavenWow! I have been unable to log into by blogger account for a couple of months and I have felt lost not being able to share on here and also in being able to keep up on daily writings of some of the people I like to follow on here. But.... I'M BACK! Yay!!<br />
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<strong>Disneyland- </strong>At the end of Feb. we took a 6 day trip to Anaheim, CA with our kids, Kip's parents, and Chad, Kandi, Dakota, & Faith. We had <strong><em>SO</em></strong> much fun! This was my first time and also my boys' first time in Disneyland. It was so much more than I imagined and hoped. I have many pictures but will only share a few.<br />
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<strong>Moms 3rd Anniversary in Heaven- </strong>Feb. 27 was my moms 3rd anniversary in Heaven and we just happened to be in <em>"The Happiest Place on Earth".</em> I was reminded of her so many times during the day. I was flooded with text & facebook messages from my loved ones back home but also I was reminded of her in the Park. We were on "Soarin" and I was <u>overwhelmed </u>with the beauty of California and the sights we were seeing. My mom loved California. She was born there and as we were flying over many sights I just couldn't help but think of her. I was brought to tears by the whole experience.<br />
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We also kept up our tradition of sending her a balloon with special messages. The boys got to write her special things on this Mickey balloon that they knew she would LOVE. They knew she would be excited to see this coming from Disneyland and feel really special to get a Mickey balloon. It reminded me how much we miss her. She should still be here to do these fun things with us!<br />
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We ended the night watching the World of Color. That was so awesome and it even included a rainbow which I was waiting all day to see. The rainbows seem to magically appear around special days for us and I was hoping she wouldn't let us down this time. Along with a clear rainbow in the show the vibrant rainbow colors shown the entire show. It was incredible! Thanks mom...</div>
Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081845943908470101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011722724086807706.post-73824627934546776422012-12-18T22:42:00.002-08:002012-12-18T22:44:40.890-08:004 years CANCER FREE!I enjoy reflecting back to major milestones in my life. There are a few bitter sweet moments in my 31 short years here. One of those being 4 years ago today....<br />
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When I was 18 and I found out that I had the BRCA1 gene I knew my life might get complicated but I didn't realize how and when. Never did I think at the age of 27 that I would have to face my fate head on. Sometimes I think the naivety of the situation carried me through.<br />
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So today, 4 years ago, I kissed my boys goodbye, spread them out throughout many generous helping hands, checked into the hospital for my mastectomy, shed a few tears with my mom and my family, put my brave face on, and after a few short hours, I became a <strong><em>Survivor</em></strong>. A <strong><em>breast cancer survivor.</em></strong> I was the lucky one... who easily overcame a demon that claims too many lives. I was the lucky one... who was able to easily defeat it before it defeated me.<br />
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I spent 2 gruesome nights in the hospital, moved into my parents house where my mom took such awesome care of me, and stayed there through Christmas and almost to New Years I think. That was almost one of my favorite Christmases. Of course I missed spending that time at home with my own family but I got to spend such quality time with my mom. I am so thankful that she was still here with us to see me through that time in my life.<br />
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Cheers to many more cancer free years...Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081845943908470101noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011722724086807706.post-8358884738297853852012-12-03T12:37:00.000-08:002012-12-03T12:37:11.445-08:00A Time Of Reflection... mom momentI am reminded everyday of my mom. I wish more than anything that she was still here with us. My only real comfort is knowing that she is free from her illness now. With each passing day I realize more and more how our lives, let alone hers, was consumed with cancer. While we haven't had to even think about chemo... blood counts... blood transfusions... CA 125s... MRI or CT scans.... Drs. appts.... side effects... since she passed, our lives seem so simple. How I wish she could have had more time here on earth without these barriers and this "thing" that defined her and the last 10 years of her life. Milestones for our family were always confined inside her barriers. <br />
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With the tragic passing of my cousin Brad this past month it all comes flooding back. The funeral, the burial, the tears, the grieving. While they are very different situations they still are so much the same. The realization for the family that we are left behind here to carry on in sadness and hope that one day we will all meet again. Wondering how we can spend the rest of our lives here on earth without them and how long this may seem all the while they are celebrating and living in grandeur in Heaven. <br />
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With this tragedy, ironically, I become very thankful that I had time with my mom to somewhat prepare for her passing. I can't even imagine someone just being ripped from my life immediately. That seems almost unbearable... I thank God for the 10 years that I got to spend quality time with my mom when maybe I would have taken that time for granted. I realize that this was part of the plan for my life and if she hadn't been sick when I was 18 maybe my life would have taken a very different direction.<br />
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Enough rambling.... I wanted to end my time of reflection with the poem that was read at my cousins burial. It was so touching and of course didn't leave a dry eye there...<br />
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<em> we didn’t get to say.</em> <br /> <em>I know how much you love me,<br /> as much as I love you,<br /> and each time that you think of me,<br /> I know you’ll miss me too;<br /> <br /> But when tomorrow starts without me,<br /> please try to understand,<br /> that an Angel came and called my name,<br /> and took me by the hand,<br /> <br /> and said my place was ready,<br /> in heaven far above,<br /> and that I’d have to leave behind,<br /> all those I dearly love.<br /> <br /> But as I turned to walk away,<br /> a tear fell from my eye,</em><br /> <em>for all life, I’d always thought,<br /> I didn’t want to die.<br /> <br /> I had so much to live for,<br /> so much yet to do,<br /> It seemed almost impossible,<br /> that I was leaving you.<br /> <br /> I thought of all the yesterdays,<br /> the good ones and the bad,<br /> I thought of all the love we shared,<br /> and all the fun we had.<br /> <br /> If I could relive yesterday,<br /> just even for awhile,<br /> I’d say goodbye and kiss you<br /> and maybe see you smile.<br /> <br /> But then I fully realized,<br /> that this could never be,</em><br /> <em>for emptiness and memories,<br /> would take the place of me.<br /> <br /> And when I thought of worldly things,<br /> I might miss come tomorrow,<br /> I thought of you, and when I did,<br /> my heart was filled with sorrow.<br /> <br /> But when I walked through heaven’s gates,<br /> I felt so much at home.<br /> When God looked down and smiled at me,<br /> from His great golden throne,<br /> <br /> He said, "This is eternity,<br /> and all I’ve promised you".</em><br /> <em>Today for life on earth is past,<br /> but here it starts anew.<br /> <br /> I promise no tomorrow,<br /> but today will always last,<br /> and since each day’s the same day,<br /> there’s no longing for the past.<br /> <br /> But you have been so faithful,<br /> so trusting and so true.<br /> Though there were times you did some things,<br /> you knew you shouldn’t do.<br /> <br /> But you have been forgiven<br /> and now at last you’re free.<br /> So won’t you take my hand<br /> and share my life with me?</em> <br /> <em>So when tomorrow starts without me,<br /> don’t think we’re far apart,<br /> for every time you think of me,<br /> I’m right here, in your heart.</em></div>
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8 years ago today I was blessed with my first son Kobe and what a ride it has been since then. I can remember the moment I saw him for the first time like it was yesterday. I was, to my surprise, completely and uncontrollably overwhelmed with emotion and love the very first instant he arrived. </div>
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Kobe has grown up to be such a great kid (all moms think that of their sons I am sure :) ) I could not be prouder of him and who he is becoming. Kobe is sweet, caring, smart, handsome ;), and the best helper ever!<br />
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He loves to play football, basketball, baseball, and soccer. He learned to wakeboard this summer and can also kneeboard. He can now say he is a cliff jumper off of a 20ft cliff. He is a great reader, speller, and mathematician. He loves to play with his friends and brothers. He enjoys legos, animals, 4 wheelers, and anything boy. He has become a "Lynden Lion" at heart and a big Husky fan.<br />
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It makes me so sad that my moms "little lovey" is growing into such great kid and my mom is not a part of it. He misses her so much and talks about her a lot still. Their special bond still lives in his heart and that makes me smile.<br />
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While raising these boys into fine young men can give me much anxieties, I have been reminded numerous times just in the past 3 days of God's promise to me as their mother:<br />
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<em>Don't worry about anything; Instead, <strong>pray about</strong> <strong>everything</strong>. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done. If you do this, you will experience God's Peace, which is far more wonderful than the human mind can understand. His Peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Jesus Christ. - Philippians 4:6-7.</em><br />
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Happy 8th Birthday to a boy who has stolen my heart and changed me forever! Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081845943908470101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011722724086807706.post-36637912800242326402012-07-12T09:42:00.004-07:002012-07-12T10:21:56.529-07:00Las VegasWe got to celebrate our 9th Anniversary (June 14) in Vegas this year with some of our friends, Chad & Kandi and Zack & Sarah. We had so much fun laying by the pool during the day and enjoying our nights out in the evening. It is so good to get away from the kids and then look forward to coming back to them. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXB1KgCxVRMZ0lFKKbRJWFdOGnaQM8mJ1-aeh6hfLmAxYCogcK_-ecQEsRHgA2m54d7h7_dBgyspr-ZCV1ebsbdEMVupSi_pAqi3DAE5hrgPdGx1nrBjpjvMV_WiGl2adSHm5KBk5WKnVB/s1600/012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 213px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5764329683679123954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXB1KgCxVRMZ0lFKKbRJWFdOGnaQM8mJ1-aeh6hfLmAxYCogcK_-ecQEsRHgA2m54d7h7_dBgyspr-ZCV1ebsbdEMVupSi_pAqi3DAE5hrgPdGx1nrBjpjvMV_WiGl2adSHm5KBk5WKnVB/s320/012.JPG" /></a><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5764329693605776450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXVfOSyAQ118NidVMZ5Xq2XqMOMjiRDVtojOEvBp3EtZ2lcKD7_Yb-6ABKRuKZa7w8D3r3rEgi1oQgWvZ50N1H5C41GuM1Szr6GAzX8r97vRsYom-0kgrImL6WgV-hm0maAjZsBs1pQxTw/s320/016.JPG" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 213px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5764327597436534626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgliG7MLieuQWDA8prAr7JibDhOkyl6eDrOBokhkxg7VNxQuZ64hUHjIWckPk_WK5XUeopjsjPmRPwkfrnFT3Js-H9d26nX0PmTz3N0BZDQnqCJEdG1gA2lmHehuTPVTPmMOmoJzT8zl9_w/s320/009.JPG" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5764327585847887570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUpeo7dWp-F9BtnHcxooUaLPO-8qboePDr1KK2FtyUE0P_F2Z9zNsESPzTYuABnMkufrvyk62OiQHUOImAPDFOd2Cm9-c9fWXwHXXTry680PUVE2I6Y6aH4ojLaIUpg3KTFEwRzbm0lNf8/s320/007.JPG" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5764327578837612050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGUap_bJiKnAjqI38hMPVttmqn2PXcs0Z12Nhimr53Delvqyp3D-FlkgPb7CuObZhv_D1TWaXx9Op4zs96h4X6NsZKCvPF57MDKpLJ-ttpQ7KZ4wPC0N2fVru-fZGjRQAuOjgkI3jgTPsv/s320/004.JPG" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 205px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5764327570653022818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgajRdcI_as5uudi7_eml8l_4eDY2KUe3m820t3eU-_5Of-Wu9iOjO593Y2EYodz8NAzU7c9x10fkl40DtVWDBCiQ8eRGpRVoDJ6S69IdI7rfr7bDozpV7TRfkvpOF89E-Gd_MryPW7OjUU/s320/001.JPG" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5764329701998764898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUIoAj868HUsdA17vF6JIn_oPP9sCwgeHPE5dK183lTQSEWj3VKzBj30C0bJtKJEUc1JzjX9POPwtTWa9h0LXeZvMZEJOyrbhPYSuGFF9ht96dqzOjtszxiCafPCviGwqmQJr_YjCNsNs7/s320/022.JPG" /><div><div><div><div><div> </div></div></div></div></div>Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081845943908470101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011722724086807706.post-68791895568439153842012-04-19T09:26:00.006-07:002012-04-19T10:00:21.672-07:00Happy 4th Birthday to my baby Jax<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZd7N-vXQp8ZlDP-kKebA8fd_2Vnf6TKISAy1KdPL2ShVWo4NU0qhi-WjOQPvS9p2ftxDJRBir4gUka8JPQnN17LnqHhi0IO4dYWka0tazy1E9seO9HvGlITWGF3H3ufV-3YFCRptZlPk4/s1600/baar37.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733154898461583682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg181gEs89nOt4ETvy5wi8Z06m3MWxHrU0Yj0kWAq8VmEiY69hGVfJ1ZmkTLbNHNzRcIMU2huSS9ArbyQ-DBgWxM4RqOYlOyCy24dmE6CEddBDXZJTkFdq8LOPmZBEXBmjs8j1_dNzG7ZY6/s320/baar38.jpg" /><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733154911202235298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZd7N-vXQp8ZlDP-kKebA8fd_2Vnf6TKISAy1KdPL2ShVWo4NU0qhi-WjOQPvS9p2ftxDJRBir4gUka8JPQnN17LnqHhi0IO4dYWka0tazy1E9seO9HvGlITWGF3H3ufV-3YFCRptZlPk4/s320/baar37.jpg" /></a><div>Jax- kind hearted, sweet, sensitive, joyful, full of song.</div><div> </div><div>Its amazing to think that 4 years ago this little guy was born into our family. What a blessing he has been to our family of 5. He battles daily to keep up with his big brothers but can hold his own when he wants to.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT3jH3V_A9CKqQTPY81phUbOpb4nWzquEAIzoR377Lr_iGgY2eKhivw91RhtShN66HWceU9ymlRjq-tGbf6ycnMD216xMSCxSN9aZ1yio5yMRjMEvvitwN-3b3NtCoLTJ7tCQF0s5baB6V/s1600/003.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733154888777630386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhT3jH3V_A9CKqQTPY81phUbOpb4nWzquEAIzoR377Lr_iGgY2eKhivw91RhtShN66HWceU9ymlRjq-tGbf6ycnMD216xMSCxSN9aZ1yio5yMRjMEvvitwN-3b3NtCoLTJ7tCQF0s5baB6V/s320/003.JPG" /></a><br /><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733153385629549650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3LHiR5f7XrAccprFhYyaDIFNJa4NlfD-3gVzT3XPg0aLmwDwYjAOfkljYtT1ooV2LemE3OTqu2WTiz_A9gRZGxCFiRDOGEpisp17ms54Sc2AmH2Hsd1laEdfvDe_Wm_SdAM8V8SVbXtpq/s320/006.JPG" />Here is one of my favorite photos of my mom with Jax. She was so good to my kids and was so helpful. They miss her like crazy and talk about her often. Jax who was not quite 2 when she died just asked 2 days ago, when she was going to come back from Heaven because he missed her so much. I can't imagine that he remembers her that well. When I explained to him that she stays in Heaven and we get to see her again when we go to Heaven he started to cry and asked how long that would take. It was heartbreaking! Yesterday while at Bender fields there was a beautiful rainbow in the sky and the boys are convinced that Nana sent that for Jax's birthday. It is amazing to me how these rainbows show up on important days for us.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6Q8KPKBYtQJ43tsHg-xp6daIiBV2X66QeQbhcwzhnPsrLQd2TXqxmrwTnMz2fAY_5vPEk5CCXKlqeXuesu9xmmpIsgiRICR6GMhPLtb2OtY9troJkDB0BL15cs1IfVWWhAVbC_DRtqMO/s1600/175.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733152570310767042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEix6Q8KPKBYtQJ43tsHg-xp6daIiBV2X66QeQbhcwzhnPsrLQd2TXqxmrwTnMz2fAY_5vPEk5CCXKlqeXuesu9xmmpIsgiRICR6GMhPLtb2OtY9troJkDB0BL15cs1IfVWWhAVbC_DRtqMO/s320/175.JPG" /></a>Jax's last picture with my mom. Another one of my favorites!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht70DWNOHTe-Gc0QeVfZ5rs3uBpqgzjBG8EQ-Sq8HZHFF-eFLtNa22seyVCgRNqe4v19sjN2UrrdE-z9BDYe4Tr6_72DC_kbRoVRu_U7aYGicCwrM80_qjD4xKAxtYZoYe1TBWq5GsupFP/s1600/025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733152562738661314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht70DWNOHTe-Gc0QeVfZ5rs3uBpqgzjBG8EQ-Sq8HZHFF-eFLtNa22seyVCgRNqe4v19sjN2UrrdE-z9BDYe4Tr6_72DC_kbRoVRu_U7aYGicCwrM80_qjD4xKAxtYZoYe1TBWq5GsupFP/s320/025.JPG" /></a><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5733152552572495458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDlNILlP9y0u_8y2vE8F70BOZAcsixkGLn-lhbZIi67EsxAxZpCAWVssbSpAXAS0DOmJxTEbqER-akdKt0ZalBytqA5xwQY1R8xks6pdPZZaTdg4CwB4eddZCnXKPGtzQcwp1NNcJWF-MR/s320/061.JPG" /><div><div><div><div>Happy Birthday to my baby who in 4 short years has brought me the world. I know I have talked about it before but this little guy has seen me through so many trials in my life and has shown me light in some of the darkest days. Thank you Jax for your sweet and sensitive nature and your ability to light up a room. I love you more than I can even say. </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081845943908470101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011722724086807706.post-90728663919401447112012-03-26T21:16:00.004-07:002012-03-26T22:00:27.533-07:00Waves of Sadness "mom moment"Its hard for me to put my feelings and thoughts into words but in days when I can't figure out how to express myself I need to get better about blogging it. This blog has been such a great outlet for me and it has been encouraging for me to be able to reflect back on this journey I call my life.<br /><br />Today I feel sad. Today I can own the fact that I have felt waves of sadness numerous times. <br /><br />I am sad and feeling sorry for myself because I miss my mom. I miss her presense in my life... I miss the love and warmth she poured into her home... I miss having a mother. Don't get me wrong, I feel this way all of the time but today it has just <strong><em>overwhelmed</em></strong> me, in a way that I just cannot shake. I feel breathless, melancholy in a way. <br /><br />So many memories have come flooding into my thoughts. Memories can help me remember her in a way that I never want to forget and always treasure but on a day like today it just makes me feel worse. I realize that there are many times I do not put my thoughts into words because it hurts too much and I don't feel up to going there. I am really not as strong as I appear. <br /><br />So there it is, tomorrow will be a better day....Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081845943908470101noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011722724086807706.post-63777934616195469712012-03-24T12:34:00.002-07:002012-03-24T12:50:05.857-07:00Happy 6th Birthday to Trey!<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723550451902325634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv2upkgkFY8Tix9cVzf58hbfmZ8nup00g8qOwwGlXJEVViDPs2LIAjaRHj5-hHvHAPUWIZQWhlO-nLXl0wY3G8sF8XnnJb1WYjkefH4kOP3Bbpc2VBO52RuOzxjJwD69-fGxYU2f7PQb0i/s320/446.JPG" />It seems strange to say <strong>every </strong>year that I can't believe these kids are another year older but wow, really, Trey is 6 today? I am starting to feel more sad than excited with every birthday around here. In a weird way I wish they could stay young forever but at the same time I love the new things we get to do the older they get and I also look forward to seeing them as young men.<br /><div>At 6, Trey is loving school and hanging out with all of his friends. He is a very social guy and seems to attract all of his peers to him. I love seeing him blossom into a good student and learn all the things that come along with Kindergarten. He feels so accomplished with every new thing he learns.<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723550437525755394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiX-WyBrKCQUcSrNSWXJvsFpV4T2fpTkWBGJpGVwi4wIjW5oen4LOoD5mieaKfurkEjD7InVLfcUAqoe0V_Tn3HouM7guTSeuuLu2Tp565naBTQWt2yzhpBcUjDeMChWLbmy8sRoVEk7E1/s320/426.JPG" /></div><div> </div><div>Trey loves basketball, football, baseball, dogs and cats, the color green, riding bike, and camping. He eats everything and anything. He loves food and always has. He is a pretty easy going kid. He can be very emotional which a constant thing we are working on but really it makes him who he is and it can be one of the things I love about him.</div><div> </div><div>It has been an incredible 6 years with him and I look so forward to seeing him grow into whoever </div><div>God has created him to be. I am sure he is going to give us a run for our money though!</div><div> </div><div><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723550457652908050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD7AgHaiW4LUSfH2E3q-9j8gi8sTnIUlzXJAEy7khOxqS18zCwTIZOSLR_rV0XfFOUgySBo5CUUboo0VJ1bg10vD4QH7DE-uEdyl095diA5_ZohZW9wl7gvbGccpBfzOgyUY9vMBahGdye/s320/baar44.jpg" />Happy Birthday my Little Sunshine! <div> </div></div>Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081845943908470101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011722724086807706.post-69355192699081581922012-02-26T20:54:00.003-08:002012-02-26T21:41:40.693-08:00I hope you dance.... & Heaven... "mom moment"Years ago my mom gave me a little book titled, I hope you dance. She wrote this on the first page:<br /><br /><em>T0: Kelli</em><br /><em>From: Mom</em><br /><em>Why: Because this is what I really want for you! :) October 2, 2004.</em><br /><br />The pages contain lyrics to the song and then a deeper meaning for individual words, along with little sayings and quotes. LeeAnn Womack writes a passage that says "When I heard the lyric of "I hope you dance" the first time, my children came to mind immediately. These are the things I want for them in life... I remember thinking, "If they understand the meaning of this lyric when they're grown, I'll have done my job as their mother".<br /><br />The last page says this: <em>If tomorrow you wake up feeling unoriginal or frail-hearted or faithless or tired of this world, please, pick up this book and start back at page one. (Or just call me.)</em><br /><em></em><br />This song had changed so much for me after receiving this from my mom. I put this book away for YEARS not able to look at it, now it is one of my most favored posessions from her. I understand exactly why she gave it to me and I love every word of the book and it speak straight from her heart to mine. Thanks mom...<br /><br />HEAVEN (n.): (1) a place somehow high above the clouds, yet deep inside your soul; (2) a place of complete peace, of total and utter happiness; (3) a place that is greater than the sum of everything you will ever be or could ever imagine to be; (4) a place we all want to get to, but just not yet...<br /><br />I love to think of Heaven, what it is like to enter it. I think so often of moms first moments in such a place. The peace she must have felt after her battle here. What peace she must have felt... I picture her face beautiful and healthy, youthful and untouched. What Glory she is a part of.<br /><br />Tomorrow marks 2 years since losing mom and it still hurts to think of life without her but it has gotten easier and I am so thankful for that. I have read back through my blog posts since mom died and while all my emotions feel the same as before they have changed and my future seems brighter. I have HOPE. Not a day goes by that I don't thank my Heavenly Father for carrying me when I needed to be carried and being with me EVERYDAY.<br /><br />He has given me so many blessings to be thankful for and so many people to surround me in my darkest days. Thank you to those who have stood by my side, carried me, guided me, prayed for me, and loved me through all the tough times. Sometimes when I didn't think they would be tough.<br /><br />I can not wait to see my mom again. Of course I am not ready to leave this earth and only He knows when my time will come but man, when I am on my way, I will be running faster than I ever have, straight to her there waiting for me...<br /><br />I love you mom and miss you like crazy, EVERYDAY! Here is to many more days and moments remembering you.... Cheers.Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081845943908470101noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011722724086807706.post-9901185247274608152012-02-14T21:17:00.001-08:002012-02-14T21:46:36.517-08:00Way Back to AugustJust looking back and reading through my old posts I realized I never posted any pictures or writings of Trey's first day as a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Kindergartener</span></span> or Kobe's first days as a 1st grader. I am such a terrible mom!<br /><br />This year was a big year for us. Kobe going to school everyday, Trey with his Kindergarten schedule, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jax</span></span> without his brothers. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jax</span></span> being his shy little self missed out on Preschool this year at My First School. I ended up pulling him out last minute as he just wasn't ready to be left alone anywhere.<br /><br />I have some pictures of Trey's first day at school and then on his 2<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">nd</span></span> day he got to ride the bus home and I posted that picture as well. Being Trey, this transition into Kindergarten was easy for him socially. He thinks he is so tough and really isn't afraid of much so there were no worries here with him adapting to the schedule. He looks forward to every day he gets to go and also to ride the bus. At this point of the school year Trey is doing great and is working really hard at learning the basics and can't wait until it all clicks for him and he can take off reading.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlhsk33SY87T3bUk0otdvMuK3FsuZC4jm8TIxkcIiQbfTrnJMr3WJIUUUoQofHqSuzUUCXyeE67nmows9Lej82anW_GDkN7Gj-TleNRWXUEeVbeKBJT8H3K63dLOqWzswhSTrWzHx7VkoG/s1600/065.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709228582463849026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlhsk33SY87T3bUk0otdvMuK3FsuZC4jm8TIxkcIiQbfTrnJMr3WJIUUUoQofHqSuzUUCXyeE67nmows9Lej82anW_GDkN7Gj-TleNRWXUEeVbeKBJT8H3K63dLOqWzswhSTrWzHx7VkoG/s320/065.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWva5mXXfeuGRxUvt7UCOROAyKVzlXakgSRvwD9yRkrk8sYicUYVnFfS6G2EQTEeuGLDmQ9a_TFpGSUcElBMG9Q7RoM9D3AD7Mb0ie5Ds0mkzEYjAqVupy3S9_vOCAauk8nFZcNAcdf-zF/s1600/077.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709228595898070946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWva5mXXfeuGRxUvt7UCOROAyKVzlXakgSRvwD9yRkrk8sYicUYVnFfS6G2EQTEeuGLDmQ9a_TFpGSUcElBMG9Q7RoM9D3AD7Mb0ie5Ds0mkzEYjAqVupy3S9_vOCAauk8nFZcNAcdf-zF/s320/077.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP-4Z0b8QVwaRPRhiFIJeAXnofL2SYKHoOfxr3SpKMqbb-sot4vNbLcgd-iz0JPpjj5tQrqSBsQroCsnkmAa1iNZPGkoFgU1fMsiO0RQxoq8UykcdA66v-8jzZCkBhA2lSN_Eeb5H8oV4H/s1600/070.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709228584255958578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhP-4Z0b8QVwaRPRhiFIJeAXnofL2SYKHoOfxr3SpKMqbb-sot4vNbLcgd-iz0JPpjj5tQrqSBsQroCsnkmAa1iNZPGkoFgU1fMsiO0RQxoq8UykcdA66v-8jzZCkBhA2lSN_Eeb5H8oV4H/s320/070.JPG" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div>Here is Kobe's first day being a big 1st grader. It was nice having him around to show his little brother the basics of the school. It was so different than last year leaving my firstborn to fend for himself in such a big place. Now knowing they are there together I had to worry so much less those first few days. Kobe excels at school and is a great student. I couldn't ask any more from him. He loves learning and hanging out with his friends. He has been an awesome big brother at school and is loving the 1st grade.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709229402006471698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilgSEc0ZiHhGQMdRlTNl2lcBSfl6VAdAIlY09XCFd9DWVXVdrjBp1MOI8BbkcCdbgm6O2pq5gP_9_yTzOtZul7IpDKlcytR3lYcOETtn7-BS68dosIbJHfoLXNQPJkgmePI_UDJorKsN7S/s320/064.JPG" /> And of course, a few pictures of the 3 of them on the big day. I can't believe how fast it goes and it makes me so sad to think in a few years we will be sending <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Jax</span></span> out into the big world of school. I am trying so hard to cherish every day...<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709230066366574130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpx3DzCZB7YF-EZk0k8qf4SuQMwvv4sAkJ6D5IYyJTizV2Uf38kytwGjcEatxijlqT4Ig1lwzsRUhsPZBxg57jzPJGr33YYWr03OdHXics_QPYBec9FD-wltaG3req3WE9HyzqhPvFFKo1/s320/067.JPG" /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709230060080719026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj0Q4M0BmbseJKdsRnQh4TG0k0DlDjqoVplYD-6xtk9rDl5O6z8s_HW2GNmL0FGqvHP2KlJbUhecwP1rKf6ofSzFqITB4iY_U2onaWx749ZQ4hxdG10w_hxeWHT8YzxzmDFMrk_XB_aPmG/s320/068.JPG" />Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081845943908470101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011722724086807706.post-7045619468155854452012-01-05T09:56:00.001-08:002012-01-05T10:36:57.844-08:00Life As We Know It.... "mom moment"<div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6VZ-jKqlQaqxLf7vdW_k8BI3FjofJBMySvqQlOfjmv2AIVHUzeqJN_bVH_9P0r3cvEEWjjIqLCfB2DogNA6AiTop-lfHQPV0s6fEx-Gduga6TRjhFxxt1NukuWvgyR2CSGq38Uy7KKPPR/s1600/IMG_5641.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694217929973335394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6VZ-jKqlQaqxLf7vdW_k8BI3FjofJBMySvqQlOfjmv2AIVHUzeqJN_bVH_9P0r3cvEEWjjIqLCfB2DogNA6AiTop-lfHQPV0s6fEx-Gduga6TRjhFxxt1NukuWvgyR2CSGq38Uy7KKPPR/s320/IMG_5641.JPG" /></a> <br /><div>Yes, life as we know it has changed. In 2 days it will be exactly 2 years since we got the devastating news about my moms last weeks on earth. I can't believe it will have been 2 years!<br /><br />I still feel the same about losing her as I did when she died. I constantly feel that emptiness, that part of my life missing. It seems overwhelming to think that that spot in my life will never be filled, never completely whole again.<br /><br />I will never forget her telling us in those last weeks that life will go on without her just as it does when someone dies. She tried to downplay her leaving us like eventually it will be no big deal. Right... I still lose my breath when I think of the rest of my life without her, I still feel like I could cry about missing her at any moment, and I still feel a huge empty spot in my life.<br /><br />I am missing who she could have been to us. I miss having a healthy mom. I don't miss the cancer, the complications, the chemo, her illness. I am missing my kids' nana, the person who cares about them just as much as I do. The person who will drop whatever she is doing to help me and my family. The person who loves me unconditionally.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 401px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 277px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694215825073802082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9x3AyCNRZ2521_8IiLU7lKB22B4GcPWyU6FG254nUmI0D3_j_8M_AsmokMfnpCHafhHnJmgKl22m550UPOs3z5ktmS4AxCnNIUcWXCglEXC5JL4CYkdHuVjexpCCV2WkgBUln2OUhKNxz/s400/IMG_5640.JPG" />Holidays are hard... but really, everyday is hard. This is now, life as we know it. </div></div></div></div>Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081845943908470101noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011722724086807706.post-69243311695524880992011-10-03T09:06:00.000-07:002011-10-03T12:08:04.117-07:00Run For TaysenSunday, September 25 our Team Taysen completed the challenge that we had all layed upon ourselves and had been training for for months. At 7:30am we set Tawnee and Mel off to run the full marathon. We were able to meet up with them between mile 3-4. Meanwhile Nikki was at a different start line running her 5K. Unfortunely, we couldn't be both places at the same time.<br /><br /><br /><p align="left"></p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659308403711460514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmku85inE-XVrA5Ls1izB-Rvo_OkoJ-UZnCJUdxoecl8GQLdFxQrJxXZLifT6ZHfzUhRiVwRtTQHaju41RPmxjj7adClkgLsZZlUhylYtZmG8WqGKUElN3OqsjFwGXw6Dtd-btS5ox6ubH/s400/bbm4%255B1%255D.jpg" /><br />At 9:30am the 1/2 marathon race began for Kandi, Melissa, and myself.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659310146008208242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRRTCF1gph75_mzlMdfScGyjgyZG2zTxyG93cpyvm9S-9BrMxDyA60StG9aPXga5YSIvAW7bqQ5mo23BnFltF8QH11hgZr1JHnUB6mQ3RcencxnyxEX3E5qMhBJwzOgJy4cXoICwxtia70/s400/311401_263819116982476_100000631707450_851572_1525678735_n.jpg" /><br />As Mel stated in her blogpost about the run, "... The reasons behind the decision to do this marathon made this such an emotional and spiritual journey for me it is difficult to put into words." I find this entirely true for myself. While her decision was based slightly different than mine they both shared something very important in common and that was Taysen.<br /><br />I found myself so emotional that day and even still. As I sit and reflect on why I am so emotional, I find a couple different reasons as to why this was such a milestone in my life:<br /><br /><strong>Firstly</strong>, I never thought I could do this. I have never wanted to do this and here I sit just over a week later, shocked that I did it and I did it well! So in the end I am so entirely <em>PROUD</em> of myself. Really wish my mom could have been there to see it...<br /><br /><strong>Secondly</strong>, We did something that will greatly impact the SMA world. We helped raise close to $8,000 for a disease that so many remarkable children battle. Our little Taysen is sooo worth it and after this is all said and done I would do whatever I could to help that little boy and all the other innocent children just like him.<br /><br /><strong>Thirdly</strong>, Our bond as friends. I have had <em>soooo </em>much fun training for this run and spending time with these incredible ladies. I have loved every minute of our time together. We have spent many hours talking about running, running, and recovering. We have grown so much <em>together.</em> We have done something as friends that can never be taken away.<br /><em></em><br /><strong>And Lastly</strong>, to see the smile on Melodie's face that day. When I think back to Tawnee and Mel finishing their marathon hand in hand and smiles across their faces and to understand how hard this was and what this has meant to both of them and just how huge this is... it should make everyone emotional.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659306249775477442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDT9GFUF6kH9u4QvuufKlR6jJlFpMtp6VRdQ_Wsz6l4t25YDi49bjuQQAI4kyKo5fG2Mc3cIb6Sr8FYondH-JEgy4b5ybJIAH2fAEWLt6SJKoGuIQY0m40XT9dDhpJChG2aS5_41YJOyx9/s400/meandtawnfinish%255B1%255D.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659298377201317874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2_0_RTwC39XqEgDKAAWHK68gef-mJqff1Z1am9PRePOdyUeubVyFUSvSL1H55gNzlVaPQLhRJgRs5VmvkfM0vT2uxgEc5oW-jEEwQiO8VIZWUIh1XpWa0I4jKDdxtS1Vfs6tX4fuFpALq/s400/meandtaye%255B1%255D.jpg" /><br />A huge thank you to my sister in law Melissa for commiting to doing this with me and pushing me through that run. I know I couldn't have done it this well without you. You never left me behind and pushed me to keep going. I posted a couple pics of us running. I HATE what I look like when I am running but am including them anyway. The first one is us about half way done and the 2nd one is us almost at the finish. Thank you so much Lynnette Randerson for taking these for me!<br /><br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659300168081961682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdVlYd8kGxAoiR7o7vZt7UcCbaUhxqMO0knOSrrGQzjLYygGxY6fM6bR450g9Eg0l_DXuyTYz-nCNfY6btU3rirJhMjxB-LHS6srcGdoacnyxNZRF1A_QCmR9_1TmOLfQgIbYZlDoq_r8o/s400/IMG_7945.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659300160776341714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiao4dXnIanBKLyXYtLR1Y7E3BBsn1qRX0hs77_v05TpAS2p3ra0JQzdjoB4tlI6Syh_6zHJNfW4dDsMV6kExE19jdDjQPjLOA_47KDG_PFPQf5OG-MqmC9-l7ThAR0ltlgFtsLLbLWbXnB/s400/IMG_7965.JPG" /> This is us girls after we had all finished. What a day!</p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659298365437554434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj69vcNcODCpxEM6MyPkMaLuhSpYwEVrXcsI4lycUliLFDi1Ywxx4QDbieg35KgGKrVM5v8urkyPqM8TrYfJqElFvK_2f3E8dbWJ3R_t2IITfQhZBw5Bw1RMOOZUyTNIj-64k9xZLPMkcnn/s400/321154_263820290315692_100000631707450_851590_1582609729_n.jpg" /> Thanks you to all of you who donated, came out to support us, or prayed for us. We have had so much support throughout this training and race. Thank you to Kip and the boys for allowing me the time to prepare myself for this and for being their to watch us. Your sweet faces there meant more than you know...<br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 371px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659311790834575858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB9ng03sPXa_VI2cQc7-RlUzOffxDNZg0PCRl22isH4lllylr-_kr0b6i9Vn1VGPseY247IsnoGYCjeRYiF1woZkiTkOU_Mdn7RLnQz3iLhuLU6G7mJRWBYF-Deih5iRQ4jomc1CADvshS/s400/296839_263819026982485_100000631707450_851570_252216811_n.jpg" /><br />If you could see me right now I have tears rolling down my cheeks. (I think my hormone medication must be off) :)<br /></p><br /><br /><p></p>Here is the link again to learn alittle more about the fundraiser or to donate:<br />http://www.firstgiving.com/fundraiser/taysen/runfortaysenKellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081845943908470101noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011722724086807706.post-26763930867841493242011-09-21T21:28:00.001-07:002011-09-21T21:59:40.289-07:007 years old....<div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div><br /><div>Unreal to think, but today, Kobe Benjamin turned 7 years old. Wow how time flies! What more can I say than I have been so blessed in my life with these 3 little boys. To think that Kobe started it all off 7 short years ago...</div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655042890740280178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgptTXnMsZYjWMQxYnH06GAg4Q5Y0QCdOrXIUpn9SrZQUW87BaIdEMPHfcaFhoVbEPMcZaDVnZfmbvu1gV_St2he5avFrI3xVgIpiywzZ6aVAfR4QAsZlJCuV6NuLRWwW8O7rXG3lKGG4S_/s400/399.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655042890032273410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUY-gIsIwxfAOSwoYd0U01nbuknMKI5jSHi5ldocNSd_jEW8pmuNc-M7DPGcQD_qeGwg1sfkXVMgHe-IMN4yTSpAMMNb86XpZt7hOLAlWtduqmTNVY0hj9m1z3p6w5gjQ6Qj3FM3xI4Fp4/s400/092.JPG" /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655040742772172178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjqdual_ThrRxpG2as0MWHLyB2eC6mVPUpqKl89k-jJxSUjSjHrPPmRiuSbENgVSI4rJI2N3XJa_SUNQF2drJS3Klg39uQCsbDYLpsSJNFLRgXzYYVb8mPxQqhMvJUCnu_LHFuzB9h_eG5/s400/IMG_5317.JPG" /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655040739545415506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPeWBrPAf-HHpKA22LcJeCpCWRJm2257dtx32dkfK7zSu_pEXqTeHSQ9RyJ9JcDWgl9Z0SPRu02oOtzYQhh2TeFB9FLJM42yLA2DOKmJzU-qaO1QoOA7S07CPrGttZd7PunQs2KnuABnNl/s400/IMG_5437.JPG" /><br /><br /><div>Kobe has turned into such a sweet and caring little boy. He loves to help me with whatever I am doing. Whether it is organizing, baking, cleaning, or simply hanging out. He is so responsible and I am so very proud of him. </div><br /><br /><div>It excites me to watch him grow and develop into a young man. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>He loves legos, star wars, basketball, football, baseball, The Huskies, mutton busting, riding bike, riding 4 wheeler, monster trucks, dirt bikes, and swimming to name a few.</div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655042898644164898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhETvFk-6tpTKIoKb66FgQBLe9g2eycBvxVAM38darsWUP35Cs5gd31m4EtPMuNfKEe6-Z2tPlNEZEZDy7VbpvZj6ey7H443TKQHaVC17n_Qo8KOPhB3_gujZe7z6zBv-t-DW8oPFE03v7T/s400/199.JPG" /></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655040738222065826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRqcObCkzC2wodwxcgEzr7wNk63TBD9yH_Gs17-lBGWw7whh9tv4OHx4Jkui_1Pw9skEqE4D6Dy2_dTYiIAg7CJ2EBwQYVGa3Jbicf5VqcsYs5k8TIwd4OBAMiqzR40aAPCAPSaDuY2Tc3/s400/IMG_5348.JPG" /><br /><br /><div>I wonder what God has planned for this young guys life.......</div></div></div></div></div></div>Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081845943908470101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011722724086807706.post-15431265518305788502011-08-10T18:05:00.000-07:002011-08-10T18:41:08.128-07:00Run For TaysenJust wanted to give everyone who checks my blog a chance to learn alittle about my friend/cousins son Taysen Langstraat who is living with Spinal Muscular Atrophy. This inspiring little guy is one of the most entertaining and energetic kids I have ever met.
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<br /><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuUUhqnp4VsxypIfgIOAh8KUaJuzXStkyZWSB9TqkCLBqS8DI4I_ORS2-GXN0HKTnYBYMw6hx6ef-W_hI93GgCEDtvZ5chSeNOUOJGNvIbR7Sye1eW2jQdYovGkPL0jG0VSS68uazItnnP/s1600/langstraat37%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639398609730515602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuUUhqnp4VsxypIfgIOAh8KUaJuzXStkyZWSB9TqkCLBqS8DI4I_ORS2-GXN0HKTnYBYMw6hx6ef-W_hI93GgCEDtvZ5chSeNOUOJGNvIbR7Sye1eW2jQdYovGkPL0jG0VSS68uazItnnP/s400/langstraat37%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a> Taysen is 7 years old and is going to be in 1st grade at Isom Elementary this year. He loves animals, swimming, his brother River, his Ipad, rodeo & bulls, and people. He is full of imagination and is a total people person. He is a<strong> joy</strong> to be around.
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<br />Living with SMA for Taysen and his parents has its everyday complications and struggles, things that we take for granted and really don't comprehend or understand.
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<br />Taysen's parents, TJ & Melodie Langstraat have committed to be 1 of 200 families trying to together raise 1 million ($5000 each) for Sophia's Cure Foundation. Melodie has started a fundraiser titled "Run for Taysen". She is running in the Bellingham Bay Marathon, Sept 25th with her sister in law, Tawnee Parcher in honor of Taysen. Along the way there have been a few more of us jumping on board to run a 1/2 marathon.
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<br />For me, this is an event that I never imagined myself doing. What better way to show my support for Taysen then to do something that seems so impossible for myself to do. He does things every day that he shouldn't have to do and maybe sometimes doesn't think he can do. Training for this is hard... So many things for him and his family are hard... this is the least I can do.
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<br />So please help us in our efforts to raise money for a cure for this terrible disease that plagues so many children and families.
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<br />To learn more about the fundraiser and Sophia's Cure Foundation or better yet to donate follow this link: <a href="http://www.firstgiving.com/fundraiser/taysen/runfortaysen">http://www.firstgiving.com/fundraiser/taysen/runfortaysen</a>
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<br />To learn more about Taysen go here: <a href="http://www.taysenlangstraat.org/">http://www.taysenlangstraat.org/</a> </p>
<br /><p>Thanks you so much for reading!</p>Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081845943908470101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011722724086807706.post-64938609456344476032011-07-12T21:52:00.000-07:002011-07-12T22:26:31.214-07:00Happy Birthday to ME!!!Well today marks a huge milestone in my life.... the dreaded.... 30. I am not sure why this number is so depressing for me. Most of my friends are in their 30s and really we all seem the same age, but I am having a hard time letting go of the 20s. So many things have happened in my 20s, good and not so good. While I struggle with getting older I have to remember that my age does not define me.<br /><br />Friday night I was surprised to an awesome night out with friends and family. We had dinner at CJs in Birch Bay and then headed to the Silver Reef Casino. I am so so so so lucky to have these people in my life! Thank you Kip, Dan & Tawnee, Chad & Kandi, Don & Kristi, Jeff & Melissa, Scott & Jana, Tim & Tami, Troy & Terra, Zack & Sarah, Mike & Stacy, Nikki, Cody, & Trent for a wonderful night out. I felt so special. Terra and Sarah had that place decorated sooo cute and I appreciated all of the time and energy that went into doing that for me. And for the gifts, what awesome and unique things I received! Tawnee once again, you got me!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628702089227946914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMFItsUletVC9zQmvCL99peaTR3QwBSxuUK5WyUcoKXBM-qxqDgCtEKL5jXjoce68tijwHl6jIQMSIa9XSb0SaGuSIuBqsH0F0cpKL3tE-dxtHfkNCiJ85cCuACNcNHH7JK9Vp2nTpTUiK/s400/284606_2257923974432_1438373932_32630834_1570438_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628701907342203378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibSXX4FKdGyZPjyAPz_CoAuT28_7lOE5n05w4nMZ6QeDJ2JlFSNH2Y2xWURqg7iqSTMTkBbt6MgVf3YG7gSVB2WzDDzyuqn3K4FXDMm9IPrYpyukPUcR6XUUsJXanmdcAy47HVqtVNySa7/s400/283414_2257941534871_1438373932_32630871_8223152_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628701900626986178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDZFK99gPua-uE9WQiBSSI6rNRpHmKHwh7OX0RfbsRMr7sT02bwO7B_S69_qYpaajok5PXEEXBl2V86yNvEXY4uyt7tfEzIuhChys48bVN1RBigotymd_vQxBcT4HxMeZBh8l167oo4LFE/s400/268172_2257933574672_1438373932_32630850_4841037_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628701539874969218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZMWx4YoOzatFWaqTZi1EGVahnsX_-A4KHFPJBqvFo4NS1J4OxdUL-cH4jShSFNYAN5Gd1fYomtnMqyV7uzWJsfO9MvoJJoYV31g3284w_v60cvpSxbSCQS3lJkx-rH7otgN4eFbKOiv3h/s400/268172_2257933534671_1438373932_32630849_8150074_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628701534043690434" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDsAycoL_mHUIgqP8K3fjZHrmJCjxKtbwvOuu9caY8JmcCjcReE14NjbDesrA9Mv7HIW6eGn6oO7KaUs_N4F9h3h52MQwvVhzjsUZy1rwzx-KVeZjSfPmWO61vFpXXMWcn7Bty3f1vTY5t/s400/268172_2257933414668_1438373932_32630847_4335760_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628701530792630322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVreV4fXKDWnhbqm8tf1gqEJWLSb8WrKBHC00nNhcwuo62J2cBf2YISuH6ANzKTf9UfiKfY1XPha4u3rBqpj_ClHx8qENJV_yf1ey5jwE9rr_7CZXCeQWKVaLDsZy81Pdma1pFDw5tDS5Q/s400/268172_2257933374667_1438373932_32630846_7193647_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /><br />Sunday we celebrated my birthday with dinner at my dads where Kristi & Melissa prepared a great BBQ feast. Love you girls!!!<br /><br />Last night I came home from a long day at work to be led into the bathroom by my boys with a warm bath awaiting me. Music, candles, candy, a magazine, and most importantly in my boys eyes... a beer. They let me be for awhile and when I was finished they gave me a gift that they all went shopping for with Kip. New shoes and a couple tops. They loved spoiling me!<br /><br />Today was filled with a crazy amount of text messages wishing me a Happy Birthday and many more blessings from facebook. I wish everyday was a birthday!<br /><br />Lastly I was blessed with the most amazing and beautiful rainbow that I have ever seen and it lasted forever! I have never seen a rainbow more detailed and complete. I truly believe this was a gift sent straight from my mom. It is crazy that last year on my birthday there was an amazing rainbow too. Coincidence? I think not. Just perfect timing to end a perfect day. Still missing you <strong>every</strong> day mom...<br /><br />Can't forget the pampering I will receive tomorrow with Kristi and Melissa. Pedis and dinner!<br /><br />Maybe 30 won't be so bad...Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081845943908470101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011722724086807706.post-27390667063780527462011-05-08T08:57:00.000-07:002011-05-08T09:33:50.091-07:00Weekend for My Mom<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604381146407739522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEGS1Xbw1JBHWb6ZuLdjCUN63CJD2G23rMeJnAnPzE7q4hp0jE-9Mz4eA7jnXvKc8goMdAta6X8-EVfvT4AD_BN4gg-NTwA62Ejnh2KtC4qdD0gd5rl_185770BOxxFs8sDu1X26BJHxWU/s400/008.JPG" border="0" /> Yet another post about mom... seems like that is the only thing I have to talk about these days. There really is a lot going on in our lives besides the grieving. We are super busy with school, work, and now soccer. I don't think I am really this drab everyday (at least I hope not) but find I can easily talk about her on here.<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div>Moms 60<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> birthday was yesterday and now today, Mothers Day. Funny how last year, this year, and next year the 2 days fall on the same weekend. We went to moms grave yesterday and sang "Happy Birthday", sent her messages on balloons, and left flowers and these little bird things that we found. My mom loved birds. She seemed to be watching them all the time in her backyard and she has left that legacy with my boys. They remember her loving birds, especially blue birds (says Kobe). </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604377292448653250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4rVwAw00eJtATFKlv3TuR8nFhN7gvwudp8IG7G0k0nrXcEP5ncGd5OvSbNyfNaSEa2DcpjQNEHmcQw7f60h3xQhbaYtIeiAIK0eKofL5oArb86GlKrBzzPK9wwELhAR1qJlFOehTubkph/s400/075.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604377301053173858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqfOr5lzvy7W0M-T90tC1qDsbBYpJdSUhv6MSKQ1E4AKm9NYtdAopkPG06geTlXU8uXPIrpqe4Hn3uPeaBtYCGOZPYAs9redVgOyj8EuoqMzvUOJGqinOiL_lTbvMUsyTmxqgijwOMTjCa/s400/076.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604377291175416386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_sBumfhPFV3RGSAqu0iDGYEHmABfMCgOvxxJiJb2uhFfqJdfRzHmUPra13ZkxUERzOrusA4QYZP9ijTboUQqcMDM-uRJ6QQV_ilnyMZGJNEfkjPI2MKGe6bdZMntpr7O2ZxLU2PrP1R_m/s400/078.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604377311054567794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkqMTTYKqMUyhwdG163iv2RAQ6FZJhL3rNTJfBdeEGhs3GOieZltfIeMkHvjG1ShGpzV-LjWAgdppYEooltxrZEPStw-Wnm3hvKkJ-Uaf1PBLjckUo9Rj7OwxUh3_pP1Mwb6AYGpE8i2O_/s400/077.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604379766918828674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWXXRZCSx_N7EdOb89ngzFXjhjyDp4JzCNppNrVfp4SPcbhOltHFiUziezdSjULqm-eXVrm7Z_OwJJ6YmQ-YXL3c8rtaChneZvg0fmez2FHfjvog1yYJr7-HimDYhA1RS-SpXhBMp7S0fO/s400/081.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604379758571198834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgF5qBuZXBUXlMASFe_XxsH5kNZA98mjTt4W8L2o3-QMWeQGEzXNE8uMqWrj4LpN5yAN3S9FG9_Meyk9eijnRSA0bci83xtjwEsddiUpYJDfpyMXye0r4dPNyFO8bFhENsKk-ODPQKdqzG/s400/085.JPG" border="0" /> While I can't celebrate either of these 2 days with her physically on earth. I have been thinking about her and celebrating her in my heart all weekend. It is STILL unbelievable to me that someone so young and beautiful is already in Heaven. I can't even tell you how much I miss her...</div><br /><br /><div>My girlfriend sent me this quote this morning. I LOVE it!<br /><br /><br /><div>"I am fooling only myself when I say that my mother exists now only in the photographs on my bulletin board or in the outline of my hand or in the armful of memories I still hold tight. She lives on beneath everything I do. Her presence influenced who I was, and her absence influences who I am. Our lives are shaped as much by those who leave us as they are by those who stay. Loss is our legacy. Insight is our gift. Memory is our guide."</div></div>Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081845943908470101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011722724086807706.post-51656797806161904022011-04-19T22:46:00.001-07:002011-04-19T23:31:16.724-07:00Happy 3rd Birthday Jax<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597541228272768610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi132PJUdpNkX5raAI0zlJ6THcoCv3Kor-n1jYiyqZiK0nylSmfG8LmT2S97Dh2h_qSllhI9qvyhxun6sTvfCwE_BksSOop-yiwYxSo0dp6yDNoVEsnV3jPhaKdpTGm-CUVo0umoKIOxIi5/s400/012.JPG" border="0" /> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597543296439554770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtmSwRx5KuJvtzbkiwhT-7RvvKnogdcPz53oV2VqPSC8mJwE1ghMw_TqSXHlgaqHfP9YzkO1C94ClmuQ9LJPHfgXPYlCDohyphenhyphenpOP_GJxJ2QUUvzIC275K6TUB6C8zKioX2j8wUfe2eSIBQZ/s400/IMG_4050.JPG" border="0" />Crazy to say it but my baby turned 3 today. I can hardly believe that my little guy is this old already. It really does seem like it was just yesterday when we brought him home from the hospital and he joined his brothers who were 3 1/2 and 2 at the time.<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div>This little guy has gotten me through so many tough times. Since he was 6 months old I feel like we have had to deal with so many hard things. He has been able to bring a smile to my face with his sweet sweet personality and his overwhelming hugs and kisses. He has brought such joy to my life and despite my focus being elsewhere at times he remains steadfast in his love for me.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>Today we celebrated with donuts for breakfast. The boys have really started to love this tradition and it sure makes for an easy morning for me. We had <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Jax's</span> birthday party last Sunday and he received so many great toys and things that are all his. How fun for him to finally get things of his own and not hand me downs. </div><br /><br /><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Jax</span> was in a funny mood on Sunday and was very shy and bashful with all of the family over. He allowed Trey to open all of his presents and had a hard time as we sang Happy Birthday to him (most likely due to the fact that he just fell over in the middle of the song and landed on his face on the kitchen floor).<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597540478860641922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdqmexNQSEcBWGR2w9lUt9NcMSfwhFjiZu8R26OUhIIMiX0oMwUEpE8bWmBtERL5GznOPlkKNjol_fQHTOOaZNOGRn6ieqbiZTL5xceeQQvDEBfnj6C_uk5n6hZwos_BIIEl-jaCE10p4V/s400/IMG_4053.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597540464015688722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYCYmi39Dm4z_c0zvVm3lWcQTEvx-4HAWj1LFYTii3960TTSBIgqJ8VEwIcYe30rp78y_Z5jf9sTQMnzHykNrmUhLdxJUGv57tlrLA38Nj9eb7DeXZjecUQbgr4ECuZ4zdim_1IyDExWnD/s400/169.JPG" border="0" /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597540459521135602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUy3AX8dXxWrZyMxUNQDDj8mjl6cePQPmVl6uyjnZLnZinGuus-I2tTgnSBVW3sWDcQnc-AfliBgQ2X3w-tCADuB8Eb3SOmzUOeKXY3Qe3Rx8wg2eUpHxeWGApqpOQJdx8nDaUkDjAwQJi/s400/161.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>I love to look back on pictures from only a couple of years ago. The boys have grown up so much!</div><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597541234327305522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTb_oThPDYzVpFJkCTIzNLXXsQntQ29NEHUuLjpe8wdLBesvPEEsOK2yIu8b-6GGxWChpB2lRG8FrXOvG3agBhoROOTzXz0R114hgx14qnaStcAD5RY8AWGcRVPSVjeiwqtAtGUCWUQhNG/s400/022.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597541223545725714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjxgffavw9YTYJl7LEzxtvCcKgmvA4vFbhAdcaQzFG0fnbIxpkZgNPbAchmh-AnQLbH9uo1q4b3KRw1h8Uf2gaaNVdMDNuUG4mwVKqqeKK0oBQCRKhDXIQyuv4w3olNevv-Aeq2Q4O5AN5/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><br /><br /><p>And of course I had to include one of my favorite pictures of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Jax</span> and my mom. He was only 4 days old here. She was always so helpful with my kids especially right after I had them. She just loved babies. Here she had just finished bathing him, I remember the day really clearly. I know mom celebrated him in Heaven today. This morning as we were getting ready I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">noticed</span> the sun was shining out my front window but that it was also raining, we looked out our back window and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">noticed</span> a huge rainbow right above the trees behind us. The kids were absolutely elated that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">nana</span> sent that present for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Jax</span>. It was so special to them which of course made my day. Crazy how things work out sometimes...</p>Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081845943908470101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011722724086807706.post-28286078840348893862011-04-15T09:41:00.000-07:002011-04-15T13:26:39.736-07:00Toes in the Water, Ass in the Sand, Our trip to CaboMarch 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> we gathered with 5 different couples in a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">motorhome</span>, for a ride to the airport where our plane would take us to meet up with an additional 4 couples at a destination that would be one of the best vacations I have ever been on. It could have been the timing, the close friends we were with, or the beauty but honestly it was the closest thing to Heaven that I could ever imagine. <br /><br />We had a week of pure bliss. No kids, no demands, no agendas, no routines, no work, no stresses, no sadness. We ate, we drank, we slept in, we walked, we read, we played volleyball, we shopped, we danced, and best of all.... we giggled. There is nothing like having your dearest friends surrounding you, creating memories that only you can understand. What a bond we created amongst ourselves. I tear up just thinking about it! <br /><br />I love each and every one of these people and thank God everyday for placing these people in my life. Each one serves a special purpose. When I think back to how much fun I had I only get more excited for the future and more time and memories with these dear friends. <br /><br />I have so many incredible photos that I have gathered from everyone but I will only share a few. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595861498752354258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnUIHweAcyLWSmU_Jck9pjCZOUgiUWZImHirbJoSaY8p9f15Gojg5wwpBSHbxCVnvKBzNG65LRwYsDGTW0xVS_sl-_QGj0AGTBlr5a2JWgueCJQEtovVASEaHuymZfQYdL3OCxceX9dgNI/s400/199499_1969315632343_1226523437_32438131_8177365_n.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595862216322092306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYVz94sbwKp9Yuw0DJdMilVSz6_l9af0sU_PGoRbQW96MihqhO9fRkkRWo49g2aDymzJQhoahWHehFAiZUF-tefC0fVYQFCPnoXXfg6f5F6Sm9miZnYHraU5drNNLMUlvKnoy2efttcSJU/s400/198612_1969134787822_1226523437_32437715_1805141_n.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595862212617878690" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwhNG9BydApJ87OPiZugh4bVygEW3aPKTL6dSLgXpDcva5OW97HB-9ntLYyiLkwRRXpjYPH-MQbCTE4rILZnG2jENRaJ-FcGeD0qompOc9slqP5AdMjYrIO4JoVm2kZDS1br0raiufSy_N/s400/032.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595873552037606850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7jcPDy8hZ4BDVIaO_Th6jKjkZPgdtuUsTzQOBqBWnIZWk9O-LJhpiN2QgjSwhleMXVZHyUIab3iWixOoZjw-tKO56UBdQhyphenhyphen14gqrQZAtyAqUPl0JHeEM88stxiRUCJHwY_PWrGS7WVULU/s400/imageCACVA5AO.jpg" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6sQ3OW8-QhsQW2YQM-saeoUp0JoCG6Y2CTvM9mzzbAdcXIBpLgpBDqDKWSYpkFtnk_CtTFy1ckHgaxxh6x62SmiFRHwf4k_38kOA2ia2CnUG2CznNm1qkCJfQ1Mcr_rlsq1zWwlix4H-S/s1600/199623_1969338352911_1226523437_32438177_1050250_n.jpg"></a>Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081845943908470101noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3011722724086807706.post-56667893159006939222011-03-24T08:07:00.001-07:002011-03-24T08:18:09.930-07:00Happy 5th Birthday Trey<div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhE0TZE-eO7W9zSsoUxXyHj4ZM5J7sBOs3LgwQnkzlagrNoI8Ycu4KTW_koYxEcFlp3wGYNdwRqRxajgsdVyalJOhZERYkp5o3EZe7m7XYdyMzd2XIDbCqiXFuXUF9XRJFiPpPIhIumxb0/s1600/197.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587663684307553202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhE0TZE-eO7W9zSsoUxXyHj4ZM5J7sBOs3LgwQnkzlagrNoI8Ycu4KTW_koYxEcFlp3wGYNdwRqRxajgsdVyalJOhZERYkp5o3EZe7m7XYdyMzd2XIDbCqiXFuXUF9XRJFiPpPIhIumxb0/s400/197.JPG" border="0" /></a> Happy 5<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> birthday to my little sunshine Trey Alan. 5 years ago today we were patiently waiting for a call from the hospital to tell us when to come in to be induced with our 2<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">nd</span> child. While I was secretly hoping for that little girl, God had another plan for me. After much anticipation we were able to go into the hospital around noon. I got all hooked up to the machines and the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">pitocin</span>. Many friends and family visited us in the hospital while we waited. Shortly before 8pm the Dr. told me we were ready to start pushing. With only 1 push he was here. My mom, my mother in law, and Kip witnessed the arrival of this precious little boy with others right outside the door. He was born around 8:03pm.<br /><div></div><br /><div>He has been an incredible addition to our family. Trey with his sweet and kind nature brings so many smile to our faces. Life would <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">definitely</span> not be the same without him and that is why we are celebrating him today.</div><div></div><br /><div>We had donuts for breakfast and he was able to open our gift. Just a start to the birthday weekend ahead.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587665756686422770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuXpc3B0by-4cZUcHu83tq8URWdlKQUcavZgGoE6vX1Onfkh1cikyOjMSIdrd_iafli_j2Ah2WJfkILvS1hUkqvkiMk2g5LAZTRnPJn8nn2Iko9aosrJEq-QhyphenhyphenRMQAx76q9LwcU5ipkbOL/s400/IMG_3948.JPG" border="0" /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587665749302288434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9pMEqRwN7-Svsvr3Ejipp6TcsEHoEln9ik6cfABSaI39MbbAt5Ufh18jy0PQuArlWrbUPm2Zt8R35sXSdFOQMaHHJ5VIJfNd03eqyiVfOBUL2ZG71qit3eb7dubtuxwS-Hbi11dkGb_L8/s400/IMG_3934.JPG" border="0" /> <div></div><div>Happy Birthday Trey... We love you more than you will ever know!</div></div></div>Kellihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04081845943908470101noreply@blogger.com1