tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28052893530431369012024-02-20T22:42:21.462-06:00The Latest on FaithUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger83125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-22887293560551788542011-04-25T18:35:00.000-05:002011-04-25T18:35:07.637-05:00I know, that I know, that I know, that my Savior LivesWith Easter weekend behind me, I wanted to share some thoughts. As we celebrate Christ's sacrifice, what is sticking out to me is Reality. Not a glorified, slow motion story that I imagine as I read the Bible...but reality. Jesus is real. He was human. These stories played out in front of a few guys that really weren't that important in the social order of the time. Regular ole dudes witnessed the events that changed every one of our lives. There is no pomp and circumstance, no special effects, no cameras in the background...just real life. <br />
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Of course, this is not my first time to acknowledge that Jesus was human and walked this earth. I think it is just really hitting home. At church, a family recently relocated by the military to Israel sent us a special video message from the spots where the Easter story unfolded. They had passover at the Upper Room, they shared scripture in the Garden of Gethsemane, they showed us where Peter denied Christ, they sat at the entrance to the garden tomb, and they stood beside the sea of Galilee to bid us farewell. <br />
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I found these pictures of the places they stood when they recorded their message. First is the garden, where Christ prayed with such fervor that he sweat drops of blood. He and the disciples encountered Roman guards here, and Jesus healed the severed ear of the guard. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was here where Peter denied Christ three times when he was identified as one of Christ's followers. A statue stands there now, depicting the scene. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Here's the Sea of Galilee, mentioned so many times in scripture, but in the Easter story, it's where Christ encountered the disciples after he arose. He had made breakfast for them on shore. He called out to them to cast their nets on the other side (a repeat of when he first met them) and their nets overflowed with fish. Look at this place. I just want to sit at the shores and let God love on me. I want to stick my toes in the water and watch the little minnows scatter. It's real, and it's beautiful!<br />
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</div><span style="background-color: white;"> This is a drawing depicting the Sea of Galilee </span><span style="background-color: white;">story I described above. It's a glorified rendering. Now when I hear or read the stories I'll have a different mental image--a real image in all its (un)glory.</span><br />
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</div><div align="left">I'm learning that God works through everyday "real" situations. It doesn't matter if a good deed is acknowledged on Facebook or if a small act is ever noticed. Our relationships with others sets the standard. We don't need to know all the fancy words or quote scripture at the drop of a hat. We just need to develop relationships with people so that they can see His truth in us. Im so very (un)glorious, so I know He can use me!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-45597260300527109242011-04-13T17:30:00.001-05:002011-04-13T17:30:34.761-05:00Will Work for Stickerz<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Have I ever mentioned how difficult it is to say "no" to this sweet little face? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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I recently discovered that Faith absolutely loves stickers! More than that, she loves being rewarded for doing good. She proudly states "I earn sticker!" There are two ways she can earn her stickers. One is to sit at the table with mommy and go over letters, numbers, etc, and the other way is to go potty on the potty. <br />
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Her potty training success is mood driven, and I know that as soon as she wants to be fully trained, it will happen. I made her the chart pictured below and told her that if she goes potty this many times, she gets and ice cream cone. The chart is on the wall in her bathroom. She tells me "I go potty, I get ice cream cone!" It took her just 24 hours to earn her first ice cream cone! Mommy was not prepared for such success, and last night at 7:45 I made a run to the grocery store for supplies. <br />
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I can't believe how the stickers drive her! Usually in the morning, I will ask her if she needs to sit on the potty and she will deny with a whiny voice that seems to say, "Mom, not this early in the morning!" But yesterday and today when I've asked, she replied "I go potty, I earn sticker?" I confirm "Yes, Faith" and her face lights up "OK!"<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Faith was good at carrying the pole around, following mom and dad as they fished. She quickly tired at the thought of holding the pole in place while waiting for a fish to bite. More interesting, however, was the plight of throwing each and every piece of dried mud into the pond. (Yes, Texans, I know it's technically a tank, but we are Arkansas rednecks and you can't deny your raisin')</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I've never seen a prettier fisher lady, and I'm sure Grandma Mary would've had the biggest grin on her face seeing Faith prance around the pond, getting mud on the pretty pink dress. </div><br />
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In April 2008, Bubba really wanted me to go turkey hunting with him. It was cold that morning, and I wore an over sized set of coveralls. I wasn't feeling well, and I hustled to stay about 50 yards behind him (waddling in all my clothing---looked like the Michelin Man). I stopped several times because i was sick at my stomach and tired and dizzy. I stuck it out though, because I wanted him to know I could hang with him. On the way back in to town, I suggested that stopping at Walgreen's for a pregnancy test would be advised. That day we learned that there would be a new addition to our family :)<br />
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<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">2009</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: x-large;">2010</span></strong> <br />
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This past Christmas, I had some 8mm video we found at her home put on DVD. There was mostly footage that she shot and narrated. It was neat to hear her say "Bubba" again in her own unique way. Part of the footage, however, was of Mary when she killed her big buck. She was the star of that show, and she showed off her beautiful smile and long blond pony tail. <br />
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Faith knows Grandma Mary only by a picture right now, but we know we'll all be reunited one glorius day :)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-7998431721208646992011-03-31T18:38:00.000-05:002011-03-31T18:38:05.012-05:00Thankful for Each DayOur pastor shared this poem this week. It reminds us not to take each time we get with our loved ones for granted. I know that with the homegoing of Mary, Erick, Grandma Frankie, Hannah Joy, and Aunt Anna Jewel in recent years we are reminded that there is no guarantee of having "next time" to tell someone how much you love them. <br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="font-size: large;">"If Tomorrow Never Comes" </span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>If I knew it would be the last time </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>that I'd see you fall asleep, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I would tuck you in more tightly </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>and pray the Lord, your soul to keep. </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
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</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>If I knew it would be the last time </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>that I see you walk out the door, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I would give you a hug and kiss </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>and call you back for one more. </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
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</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>If I knew it would be the last time </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I would video tape each action and word, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>so I could play them back day after day. </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
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</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>If I knew it would be the last time, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I could spare an extra minute or two </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>to stop and say "I love you," </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>instead of assuming you would KNOW I do. </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
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</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>If I knew it would be the last time </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I would be there to share your day, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>well I'm sure you'll have so many more, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>so I can let just this one slip away. </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
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</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>For surely there's always tomorrow </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>to make up for an oversight, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>and we always get a second chance </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>to make everything right. </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
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</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>There will always be another day </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>to say our "I love you's", </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>And certainly there's another chance </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>to say our "Anything I can do's?" </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
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</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>But just in case I might be wrong, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>and today is all I get, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>I'd like to say how much I love you </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>and I hope we never forget, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
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</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>young or old alike, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>And today may be the last chance </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>you get to hold your loved one tight.. </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
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</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>So if you're waiting for tomorrow, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>why not do it today? </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>For if tomorrow never comes, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>you'll surely regret the day, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
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</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>That you didn't take that extra time </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>for a smile, a hug, or a kiss </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>and you were too busy to grant someone, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>what turned out to be their one last wish. </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
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</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>So hold your loved ones close today, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>whisper in their ear, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Tell them how much you love them </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>and that you'll always hold them dear, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
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</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Take time to say "I'm sorry," "please forgive me," </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>"thank you" or "it's okay". </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>And if tomorrow never comes, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>you'll have no regrets about today</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><br />
</em> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>~anonymous~</em></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-89906302836167068092011-03-26T19:05:00.001-05:002011-03-26T20:18:49.929-05:00Beffie Comes to TownThere is absolutely nothing better than last minute plans that create lifetime memories! A couple of weekends ago, I was in Arkansas for a conference for work, and I saw three of my nieces and stayed with my brother Brad, sis-in-law Jill, and niece Bethany. We spent two nights reminiscing the good old days and mostly remembering <a href="http://www.thesullivanfour.blogspot.com/">Hannah Joy</a>. I asked Bethany the traditional, "So what are your plans for spring break?" question. I fully expected some monumentally amazing youth trip or at least a week full of plans (my nieces are such busy busy ladies!). When Bethany simply replied "nothing!" I was surprised. "Ah, well I wish you could come see us in Texas." That sparked a fun conversation between Bethany and her parents. She was lobbying to fly to Texas alone...her parents were hesitant to say the least. After a few days of planning, Bethany had found a ride from an OBU student to Dallas and her mom had booked a one way flight home for her. <br />
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Now, I have always wanted to be a very hands-on aunt, but honestly this is not an easy task from 6 hours away. Before grad school and moving to Texas, I was all up in their business (and I still try to stay that way via Facebook and text). None of my nieces have really had much one on one time with me or Faith since her birth. Bethany's last minute plans gave her five whole days with us! <br />
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From the moment we picked her up from the Dallas area, Bethany and Faith were the bestest of friends. Faith would simply repeat every single thing she heard her elder cousin say. I charged Bethany with the task of dressing Faith each day (which she embraced with enthusiasm). Bethany also became a 2nd mom very quickly, paying attention to Faith's needs, getting her in and out of the car, helping with bathing, etc. Needless to say, I enjoyed the help! On Sunday, we attended the first round playoff game of the Baylor Lady Bears Basketball. Bethany kept Faith home from daycare on Monday. Tuesday she shadowed me at work all day (which was an absolute blast!). Wednesday, she slept in which an self respecting high schooler on Spring Break must do, and Thursday we got up and left the house at 5:45am to catch her plane at DFW. <br />
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Minutes after leaving DFW, Faith exclaimed "Where Beffie go? Beffie, I want my juice!" It's a time I will always cherish, and I really hope to get more of these visits from my girls!<br />
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Faith was excited at the venture, so she dawned her camo pants, her rain boots, and her pink camo hat (not pictured) with enthusiasm at the potential to see cows and "drive" the four wheeler. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">Faith "drove" us to a place where we had to park, then "hoof it." She quickly lagged behind the rest of us as she began collecting what she called rocks. I laughed...the rocks were old cow poop. I told her that was cow poo poo, and she dropped it on spot "Eww, Cow Poo Poo!" Faith then proceeded to point out each time she found more.</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">We made it to the pig feeder, which needed more corn. The guys filled it up and tested it to make sure corn was dispersed appropriately. Faith promptly made it her mission to attempt to collect each piece of corn that had fallen on the ground...</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"></div>We distracted her from the corn and began to make our way out of the woods. There was a problem though. Little sticker bushes stressed her out. She demanded to be carried by dad as she proclaimed "I'm stuck!" Dad told her she was going to have to learn to step on it or go around. She made it apparent that today was not the day to begin. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDx7iPBVR9W11G67WvzVLCEALfpoPBXdfoY55tJ6NZM-1gXyifoZhxi-FLY4HxglOkh7K-h67MYgbZIWA8kblhmy1DNU1zhH8FqhN0Jkd1BKvyEso0TwOcNDAUH9KrgeHu4Q_KQHISqimG/s1600/marlin+6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDx7iPBVR9W11G67WvzVLCEALfpoPBXdfoY55tJ6NZM-1gXyifoZhxi-FLY4HxglOkh7K-h67MYgbZIWA8kblhmy1DNU1zhH8FqhN0Jkd1BKvyEso0TwOcNDAUH9KrgeHu4Q_KQHISqimG/s320/marlin+6.jpg" width="240" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirFgsxTomxhkazjoVh3R_1qyPMIJkNR-oheuqHfHhPGHWXjGCqSDDy5jIB-qBddnfdmt75xyo5MWt9LLoxsJlK4L3zXZYCNjfjK7hLbPBRepmrKuEj6Q7Vmpey5j4ro_hBwaDzF35qap5m/s1600/marlin+5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirFgsxTomxhkazjoVh3R_1qyPMIJkNR-oheuqHfHhPGHWXjGCqSDDy5jIB-qBddnfdmt75xyo5MWt9LLoxsJlK4L3zXZYCNjfjK7hLbPBRepmrKuEj6Q7Vmpey5j4ro_hBwaDzF35qap5m/s320/marlin+5.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">After the pigs were taken care of, so to speak, we ventured down to the big pond for some splish splash time and of course, to through rocks in the water. All three of us adults immediately tried to skip rocks on the water and hurt our arms/shoulders quickly. We decided to find rocks for Faith to chunk, and Faith and dad ventured into the water to try out their rain boots. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;">What a great day all around! It made me miss those days of playing all day long outside. I remember leaving the house in the morning and not returning until dark or unless I heard mom's calling (no cell phones then!). I wanted to stop and build a fort, but we were without the needed tools. </div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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Faith found a baby cow that she adored. She ran towards the herd of cows in an attempt to convince the baby to let her ride him. It didn't go over so well. They spooked to her dismay. By the end of the afternoon, we had one tired little girl! <br />
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That's all I can write for now. I just noticed that Faith is playing in the fireplace ashes! Better pay more attention! <br />
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</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-79331314436795114982011-03-05T19:27:00.007-06:002011-03-26T21:31:07.949-05:00[Pey-shuh ns] Is A Virtue<div align="left">Faith is now two years, two months old, and she is doing and saying some remarkable things! But there are trials that we as parents would rather do without. Watching Faith grow up has made it painstakingly clear to me that while a child is a beautiful, wonderful being...a child has the innate sin in him/her that dates back to the fall of Man. The root of it seems to be selfishness. Anything she sees and likes becomes "Mine!" Last week she was put in timeout in school because she had claimed all the toys in the classroom and was guarding them from the other kids.</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">But watching Faith, I also can see my own selfish desires. I'm often so full of myself that I can't see beyond my own wants, needs, and dreams. This is why we all need a Savior. To save us from ourselves. I'll keep working on Faith, Lord keep working on me!</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm34M-6SYB_lNDo6p07UbAHtfywBWe_sqW6PpQM-1hkpoJWYbYW27ESo5M0mDUk27kwLOg8mzsdBJ6vdTO0O-qTHZmpQksXvNbtWy3xvFPsz33mZ9GDwfeDRLJRYT4wLKlSGBBhyVJB_rS/s1600/blog+discipline.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580773169580170722" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm34M-6SYB_lNDo6p07UbAHtfywBWe_sqW6PpQM-1hkpoJWYbYW27ESo5M0mDUk27kwLOg8mzsdBJ6vdTO0O-qTHZmpQksXvNbtWy3xvFPsz33mZ9GDwfeDRLJRYT4wLKlSGBBhyVJB_rS/s400/blog+discipline.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 322px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a> </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-31084098790568676112011-03-05T16:16:00.003-06:002011-03-26T21:30:37.441-05:00~God Don't Make Junk~Thanks <a href="http://www.xroadsonline.org/index.php">Paster Steve</a> for reminding me that in fact, God don't make junk. He doesn't make mistakes! There is not one living being on this earth who was not fearfully and wonderfully made by our Father. This is hard to grasp at first. You mean to tell me that the weirdos of the world, the annoying people, and the heartless people of the world are just as important to God as I am? Well yes, and maybe even more important. The fact is that we are called to love as Jesus loves. So how, exactly, does He love?<br />
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1) He accepts people. "The Father gives me my people. Every one of them will come to me, and I will accept them." John 6:37<br />
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2) He Values people. "For we are God's workmanship, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advanced for us to do." Eph. 2:10<br />
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3)He forgives people. "Do not judge, and you will not be judged. Do not condemn, and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven." Luke 6:37<br />
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4) He believes in people. "The truth is, anyone who believes in me will do the same works I have done, and even greater works, because i am going to be with the Father." John 14:17<br />
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I'm beginning to learn that the Lord just needs someone who is willing, not someone who is perfect. In everyday relationships, if I can love others like Jesus loves me, then His love shines through me. If I can value the cleaning lady. If I can believe in the new person who looks overwhelmed. If I can accept the weird one. If I can forgive those who do something against me. If I do this, each day Jesus' love is made visible.<br />
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Lord, help me to open my eyes for opportunities to show your love! As Brandon Heath sings, give me your eyes!<br />
<div align="center"><em>Give me your eyes for just one second</em></div><div align="center"><em>Give me your eyes so I can see</em></div><div align="center"><em>Everything that I keep missing</em></div><div align="center"><em>Give me your love for humanity</em></div><div align="center"><em></em></div><div align="center"><em>Give me your arms for the broken hearted</em></div><div align="center"><em>The ones that are far beyond me reach</em></div><div align="center"><em>Give me your eyes for the ones forgotten </em><br />
<div align="center"><em>Give me your eyes so I can see</em></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-37184623275850310572011-03-05T15:10:00.002-06:002011-03-05T17:03:10.030-06:00ChangesSome changes are coming to this blog. It's been on my heart for quite some time to write about much more than our precious child, Faith. Yes, she's the reason the blog was started, and time after time, I've held back my opinions in an effort to keep the tone's blog consistent. Inspired by my sisters-in-law, Jill and Lisa, I've decided to write about subjects with more depth. As Lisa states <a href="http://lisaslittlesliceoflife.blogspot.com/2011/02/some-thoughts-on-egyptian-revolution.html">here</a>, the blog should be a place to help document for your kids and grandkids to know just who you are and know more about your thoughts and your identity as God's child. Jill uses her blog as a combination of ministry and self-therapy as she writes about dealing with grief after my beautiful niece <a href="http://www.thesullivanfour.blogspot.com/">Hannah</a> entered heaven at age 17. Worry not Aunts, Uncles, Cousins, and Grandparents, I'm probably going to do a better more consistent documentation of sweet Faith's developments as well. I know you all don't get to see her nearly enough! I've reached a place where I think blogging can help me in my spiritual growth to apply concepts from the Bible, church, family, and everyday life.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-57505132486149414242010-12-03T21:22:00.003-06:002010-12-03T21:32:55.390-06:00Goldie Locks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ufplQTyT6zUcRjcPhPqk_6KPNx8GYQigkUnKNewUW4thqGJvopCPr7-8vZEQR-Ge0Jfkdp-IFhczdPwvBXf4e13Z4e6YuxVZsDn8JzucPy2JuJofriy9dk5VbF5vV2xlfzANdok28kz8/s1600/Faith+20+month+hair.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 406px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546664655794327138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3ufplQTyT6zUcRjcPhPqk_6KPNx8GYQigkUnKNewUW4thqGJvopCPr7-8vZEQR-Ge0Jfkdp-IFhczdPwvBXf4e13Z4e6YuxVZsDn8JzucPy2JuJofriy9dk5VbF5vV2xlfzANdok28kz8/s400/Faith+20+month+hair.bmp" /></a><br /><div>I love Faith's hair! She has the beautiful curls that I had as a little one and that her older Sullivan nieces have, and she has the beautiful almost white hair that her daddy had as a little boy. I cannot tell you how many times people have asked, "did you curl her hair?" Sure people, I had the toddler sit on the sink and said be real still while I put this burning hot iron on your precious little hair! </div><br /><div>I do feel for her in that I have inherited my mother's tolerance for patience and empathy when it comes to brushing, washing, and fixing her hair. Might as well grin and bear it, Faith! I did. If a tangle doesn't come out immediately, just tug harder. Now you get the picture? </div><br /><br /><div>I love the way she loves having bows in her hair and using head bands. She loves to admire herself in the mirror, sweet <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">lil</span> thing. </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-29457566105009582812010-12-03T20:53:00.007-06:002011-03-26T21:32:17.674-05:0010 things I love about Faith at 23 monthsFaith has kept her mommy so busy lately that I haven't been able to update in a while. Wow, how time flies. Faith is turning two years old this month! In the past couple of weeks, she has really developed her speech so that she is sounding less and less like she's speaking Chinese.<br />
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Here are my top 10 favorite things that she's doing at this time:<br />
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1. Saying<strong> "please"</strong> with a cheesy little smile that gets her almost anything she wants.<br />
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2. Following Gracie (the chihuahua) around the house with her arms wide open saying <strong>"hugs?"</strong><br />
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3. Pressing the glowworm in the middle of the night several times in a row just to listen to the music.<br />
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4. Insisting on wearing her rain boots (which are two sizes too big) to school several days in a row and on more than one occasion.<br />
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5. The way she lights up when she sees her Papaws, and the way any older man in any store also qualifies as a papaw.<br />
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6. That one of her first intelligible longer sentences at school was <strong>"No Jackson! My toy! Get back!"</strong><br />
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7. The way Faith loves on her mommy and daddy at night time and gives the best long hugs a parent could ever ask for.<br />
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8. Extremely wet and messy kisses (on the mouth of course!)<br />
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9. How she cannot sit on the potty without saying "My teeth!" She brushes her teeth no less than 4 times a day (that's a week day, many more times on the weekend!).<br />
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10. The way she mothers her little babies and keeps them in her arms (all five) in the morning while <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">i'm</span> trying to change her diaper and get her dressed. <strong>"Babies! Babies! My Babies!"</strong> Faith, you should not have so many babies, you can't even take care of them! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">LOL</span><br />
<strong></strong>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-13891162740163653672010-09-04T09:53:00.011-05:002011-03-26T21:31:53.440-05:00Little Girl Growing Up, A Summer RecapThis is bound to be a long post! The last was in the middle of May and there is so much that has happened in our little family! I cannot believe how much Faith has changed in these short months, you will notice on the pictures.<br />
So, at the end of May, Mommy left her job at Baylor and ventured out to practice speech-language pathology. Daddy has been making great strides in leadership in his job, though he works some early and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">loooong</span> hours.<br />
Our summer start with a visit from Nana and Papaw Sartor. She was spoiled rotten when they left! She loves her papaw! (nothing against Nana, it's just that she likes the men better, she does the same thing with Grandma Nina)<br />
<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513246610768590482" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmqGGKJXRGKLZV60inoRJdeRtGskuvKsx53TbuglZm_APoDbLM11JchWFDOhx34baHHy8-CSmhl0v06IlKVpAtIKmM1yWzmLgzn_VuRwu3yuM738JBh-vglyms-Q6_R6Q8H4q1bC_Tuu8s/s400/blog+last.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /> Faith has once again moved up a classroom at her school and is she really enjoying all the fun activities at school. Here she is ready for school at the end of May...<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAH_NavNQ9aCDs0RololmGfyxE_qbFLuEjxh_uGe5ZQaNxXsXs-7KUdVzRFbNFey1njt3FKPu70hq2jcU6IrPv-BMpqNjKuzuV-EOsGybj46KNiPjVjPkZ8k3SNSdactCO22HGGebHGD-D/s1600/blog+1.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513083312433431186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAH_NavNQ9aCDs0RololmGfyxE_qbFLuEjxh_uGe5ZQaNxXsXs-7KUdVzRFbNFey1njt3FKPu70hq2jcU6IrPv-BMpqNjKuzuV-EOsGybj46KNiPjVjPkZ8k3SNSdactCO22HGGebHGD-D/s400/blog+1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></a> With summer comes swimming, and this is something Faith has become somewhat proficient in. Notice the contraption she is wearing below. It is designed to keep the kid afloat, but does not keep your head above water <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">automatically</span>. It requires balance. Faith found out the hard way, and now can balance herself and move about independently around the pool (she wouldn't have it any other way). We've been blessed to have friends with the perfect size and type of pool for<br />
Faith to learn her way about the water in. Here she is taking a break from the pool and sitting up like a big girl in the lawn chair.<br />
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Something else that she has explored for the first time this summer is the indoor playgrounds at different neighborhood eating joints. And, of course, she knows that the slide is the most fun when walked up backwards...<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy-eEBGNrP1EPOzhqyoTPt7sCSCutwY_8Uu2s38-KZ-9ZH1E0vUvIcPAY3iMjyntkhyMU0LQzIWWmzMeDe27-ErRobWNbgq7xjp9LNMXn5Pedj6XwQ3BNpL5kcpFwfRbwbpZoJcX33KtXL/s1600/blog+3.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513083298798669122" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgy-eEBGNrP1EPOzhqyoTPt7sCSCutwY_8Uu2s38-KZ-9ZH1E0vUvIcPAY3iMjyntkhyMU0LQzIWWmzMeDe27-ErRobWNbgq7xjp9LNMXn5Pedj6XwQ3BNpL5kcpFwfRbwbpZoJcX33KtXL/s400/blog+3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></a>I've known for some time that Faith needed to be getting off the bottle <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">all together</span>. For several months she had been only having a night time bottle. She weaned herself in July. She got to where she would just chew on the bottle at night, and not really drink it. I just quit offering it, and she didn't ask. This is one of her last bottles :( Sniff, Sniff<br />
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July 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">th</span> was a neat experience for us. We had a family wide G and G camp together at a retreat/<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">ranch</span> outside of Fort Worth. It was the perfect little get away for us, and Faith really started warming up to her cousins. I don't have any pics from this...need to get them emailed to me. It was here that Faith led her Grandpa Sullivan all over the property several times a day. He would let her explore and just follow her. They were so cute!<br />
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Pigtails have been a staple for Faith this summer. She is hot natured and needs all the help she can get. I try to dress her in as little clothing as possible, while keeping her hair up off her neck. The pigtails also happen to be pretty darn cute! I snapped this in the hallway one morning as she was walking to her classroom. <br />
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A nighttime ritual at our household is a family prayer before bed. Yes, this is sunshine you see...it was daylight at 8pm for quiet some time, but it was still bedtime! Faith gets in her daddy's lap and puts her hands together and we all recite the prayer together. Her favorite part is the "Amen," which she says with quiet some fervor.<br />
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The beginning of August rolled around and Grandpa Sullivan's birthday. Faith decided to go and surprise her Grandpa for his birthday. He knew not a word about it and the whole trip was super quick but super special. Here she is with her cousin Hayley and cousin Emily riding around the family farm in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Briggsville</span>.<br />
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Below is a pic of Faith watching Grandma Nina fix a good ole breakfast. I remember many mornings in this very kitchen watching Grandma Anna and Aunt Anna Jewel prepare breakfast. It's cool to see her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">continuing</span> the experience.<br />
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And here is why that trip was worth it. Faith adores her Grandpa.<br />
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We had visitors the next weekend. It is rare that we see each other this often, but Uncle Wes, Hayley and Caitlin came and stayed with us for several days. Faith loved the attention and the excuse to stay up "late" with her cousins. </div><div align="left"><br />
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<div align="center">Faith and Uncle Wes</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLHhMKkOiege0U_5ZDfKhKB2KLECIvWEuq0dpBsT-yXfzpDa8dAEeon8qiQiWCephDP50Pj-gK55BHDg3kM3eX8jOkS34XRCHHxVTYEkvJU329poLDThvnd7uLFEGQ_8WgL5WZ0BFvLOjs/s1600/blog+12.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513080741563265570" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLHhMKkOiege0U_5ZDfKhKB2KLECIvWEuq0dpBsT-yXfzpDa8dAEeon8qiQiWCephDP50Pj-gK55BHDg3kM3eX8jOkS34XRCHHxVTYEkvJU329poLDThvnd7uLFEGQ_8WgL5WZ0BFvLOjs/s400/blog+12.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></a><br />
This summer also marked Faith's first real hair cut. She was none too excited about this, but with some help from You Tube and daddy's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Iphone</span>, she survived. We only trimmed it, and didn't really have the usual curls that you keep in a baby book. Maybe next time. It's too cute to cut much right now!</div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3xMLbQp9oRfqt1sYlumt_Nyu3nWlnR1exoGca0DKTwv8K968acq8pTYU7y2N5f0W0yhtTBBmdSM3NyUlUNPKFdEzWocpP6XbWSJW2-VRV7MRlMrpPF827bH6GBXCyWm6HB3oTGCzkSld8/s1600/blog+13.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513080733976490850" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3xMLbQp9oRfqt1sYlumt_Nyu3nWlnR1exoGca0DKTwv8K968acq8pTYU7y2N5f0W0yhtTBBmdSM3NyUlUNPKFdEzWocpP6XbWSJW2-VRV7MRlMrpPF827bH6GBXCyWm6HB3oTGCzkSld8/s400/blog+13.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></a></div><br />
<div>Faith was introduced to the deer woods this month too. We had a family day trip to the deer woods, were we checked daddy's game camera and filled up his feeder. Faith favorite part was getting to "drive" through the pasture and of course, not having to sit in the car seat for a while.<br />
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And the very next afternoon she took her first boat ride in daddy's boat. She was enamored at the sights around her and liked the experience....as long as we weren't going over 10 mph. That got old quickly and this turned out to be a brief ride, though a successful one none the less.<br />
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So there you have it. You are caught up with the events of our summer. No big destination trips or anything. Just everyday life. We <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">cherish</span> our time with Faith each evening and every weekend. She is such a joy in our life :) </div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-23635850486366578642010-05-17T14:32:00.004-05:002010-05-17T14:38:23.413-05:00An Afternoon at the Park<div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472325076177267042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilYEaNB58iGQf468KhtQJpjhduzmnO9hBcOZ8UzOIMeeD-6uGwx6u8jUBl3M4QST_doHzfDPbsHcriV18YdMWz0NU1hcPKY3dYRW0rFguRc1AHv3G9Nw_LfChdzp75kIUa0_xQsUI6AoUk/s400/faith+at+the+park+2.jpg" /><br /><br /><div><div><div>Determined that Faith needed to swing, Daddy and I drove all around looking for a park with a good toddler swing. It was a beautiful afternoon, and we'd have stayed all evening if not for the little nagging knats! </div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472325068306614722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZihxmksNfkhpxrwyNVWLNpZ41CtDU8EYteju0ng_H_e5okuFYJX8ZX5lA-JSUenPDicxotkZq-qKwvoGssdcHIV-h-WQq35c3iTeG3YHIC0bIDD4WjS2cTcNLjbFkGCE3lprMFI2DJ21_/s400/faith+at+the+park+1.jpg" /><br /><div>Faith liked swinging, at first, then she changed her tune as her poor feet drug through the sand. We need a toddler swing for taller toddlers!</div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472325089036689522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM_e0F7mrck8NLjLmKKiqBw67MXgFCCCzme6hgvGI3PkP-aG6fWWNTnU3Tam1TJNWXqVh5H55_NzhO_jKhNCVFyp90nm1is2iJpOurWzc5rhqp1Uce0S_rcGR-EDt31qMdbJXuKen6iXKS/s400/faith+at+the+park+4.jpg" /><br /><br /><div>Faith walked out holding on to her daddy's hand. I love this pic!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472325083597158562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGwyklGmPCsduSfwUExeFE0L1S0N1fjt2jVGX7rpCBayHfRiGgtdp7_mOt_XmZSFRPgoTGvWKoDaNQIfeJ61Si2WuR-kt0nQ_x_rJSCEKmgqXCo5cVhOYTUaiCo3MQDJDq95ymj3c4kIPW/s400/faith+at+the+park+3.jpg" /></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-85691935182011232782010-05-17T14:31:00.001-05:002010-05-17T14:32:29.264-05:00Daddy's Lil' Huntress<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjPRUXAYUK9oDG4i6Ir4t-vGxK4F4JpJTv-s-6plgvz8j6cNPNsd2asuaaAGVN136ZM0Wmqu7s46erzon7Vy7Ti7UpYldyGI3Vslu9a6cQ2ghOQ13cqvATe6Ca-j2m9YitAvD7EdCiG5_0/s1600/daddy's+huntress.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472324097961610562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjPRUXAYUK9oDG4i6Ir4t-vGxK4F4JpJTv-s-6plgvz8j6cNPNsd2asuaaAGVN136ZM0Wmqu7s46erzon7Vy7Ti7UpYldyGI3Vslu9a6cQ2ghOQ13cqvATe6Ca-j2m9YitAvD7EdCiG5_0/s400/daddy's+huntress.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-45185687995800766032010-05-12T09:30:00.007-05:002010-05-17T14:42:00.277-05:00Dinner Club<div align="left">So it may sound cliche, but we are part of a quaint little dinner club where 4 couples rotate homes each month for a evening get together. Three of the couples have little girls all around the same age. Payton and Macy are about 20 months old, while Faith is 16 months old. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Last night at our get together, the girls had an absolute blast playing together. They started a game that involved running in a herd from one end of the house to the other. Oh, and this house is Josh and Britni's, and they don't have kids just yet. So you can imagine the anxious way we watched the girls to make sure they didn't get into anything that was less than baby proof. </div><div align="left">I managed to get this short video to give you an idea of our night, and why we had headaches at the end of it...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyHPcVL-W8ai8aMJE8meOnUyN9OzyO3R9-nJ40HnUWFZU0-YytGkUww3GXQDnvV5_ReF-wnexkl0-Wt6cxAPw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p></div><div align="left">Later on, Faith started to push Britni's coffee table around on the floor, and when Macy tried to join in the effort, Faith boxed her out using elbows and all! That's my girl! </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">Anyway, we really enjoy this time each month to see how the girls have changed and compare life stories. Now, our evenings will forever be more interesting. </div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">When we got home, I put Faith, who was already in PJ's, down and asked her if she was ready to go night night. She shook her head yes, ran into her room, and threw her arms up at her crib. I gave her a kiss and lifted her into her bed, where she snuggled in for the night. I have it so good!</div><p align="center"></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-56241863786952060402010-05-11T08:47:00.004-05:002010-05-11T09:01:53.592-05:00Turkey time with Daddy: Then and Now<div align="center">Well, turkey season in Texas is almost over and daddy has really had some success. Faith and I really like it when dad kills a turkey, because that means he will bring us breakfast back and be home when we wake up! </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Daddy has made it a tradition, he wants a pic with Faith and his turkeys. Here is the first ever Faith/Dad/Turkey pic: </div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEfhzo0f1FxF4pFvmgY4rmLx2Iubendlh66S8pcLAyLAulezFP4GTFPHJu-y0vxg1BF4880QNPfqZXxPm3VIHLLeuOLhd25qe5s3j0NzFUPcesKbL3mxMIxjMUQKGRjM-Cj91xwcr2FAyN/s1600/Faith,+Dad,+and+Turkey.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470010667815933170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEfhzo0f1FxF4pFvmgY4rmLx2Iubendlh66S8pcLAyLAulezFP4GTFPHJu-y0vxg1BF4880QNPfqZXxPm3VIHLLeuOLhd25qe5s3j0NzFUPcesKbL3mxMIxjMUQKGRjM-Cj91xwcr2FAyN/s400/Faith,+Dad,+and+Turkey.JPG" /></a> Now, again, check out the difference a year makes! And, yes, that is Gracie sniffing the poor turkey. She was concerned that it may be faking.<br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrh5z9PrOABmXU9E2rtVNS7VFv6DwZmyVOD0lth-CD44T_nrRX5SXx2lgLc77zDzVz5pilM6rU2_DV6WP5TLaPf6ki5hl0UduyTwynoaqP9HzUoThPKYNf2clt7403u6Bgydi2POjoxefs/s1600/dad+and+faith+and+turkey+2010.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470010664712321906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrh5z9PrOABmXU9E2rtVNS7VFv6DwZmyVOD0lth-CD44T_nrRX5SXx2lgLc77zDzVz5pilM6rU2_DV6WP5TLaPf6ki5hl0UduyTwynoaqP9HzUoThPKYNf2clt7403u6Bgydi2POjoxefs/s400/dad+and+faith+and+turkey+2010.jpg" /></a>And yet, a different turkey, and a baby who is NOT willing to stand still for the pic!<br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470010659968467922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCrJbjY8q_qlkMj8dKyIWc_hQYf7OVblFKA5hwxJ2PF1eOrpOSks9BRVim_O8BofT_iAXLgU5LS8guIt4z7LU9InK7a__GVhDTw7_r3ZXK9ItOUrMbb8wd9QJAOT-X6JaESN4PGiCpU98z/s400/faith+escapes+dad+and+turnkey+april+2010.jpg" /><br />Thus ends turkey season 2010, and my apologies to those appalled by the pics of dead birds. I am immune to these feelings by now!<br /></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-85383616341390749592010-04-24T21:38:00.005-05:002010-04-24T21:58:11.866-05:00Blue Bonnets 2010<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1j-e1SwjDdfBNsJ5tGk5Rmoat-u9RllTKFye4E33YtRljHNnb81eqOLWour9bQ2rVWmjueR5kFt7iCup_s4leehGBHrq5Vscg8toY7_EU_Nf_srG7x15DaLTOLA7pg42JWlXamyvq4pGq/s1600/faith+bluebonnets+2010+10.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463901110763859426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1j-e1SwjDdfBNsJ5tGk5Rmoat-u9RllTKFye4E33YtRljHNnb81eqOLWour9bQ2rVWmjueR5kFt7iCup_s4leehGBHrq5Vscg8toY7_EU_Nf_srG7x15DaLTOLA7pg42JWlXamyvq4pGq/s400/faith+bluebonnets+2010+10.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>We almost waited too long, but we finally gots some pics of Faith in the Texas Blue Bonnets this year. It stinks that it's best to wait until dusk, right when Faith is ready to go to bed. We are lucky to have snapped a few good ones :)</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463901100732787666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiztVMhICpsC4d75b_pmLy1Rtx1l4jWTlc5qprfOEI_KGNIXdNdPWUZqa-PWcP37Swu6yRw-6p0hoSMYMUuVYQuQ6o1oiS7hllzVJD5sxXpglagq9aHp0GYI-7kLWUZYrTnh-1lGdBWyPgv/s400/faith+bluebonnets+2010+4.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463901094979829698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuWe2Vyx5P-MpBylyPL05lZjw0tVtYgSbHXYBvWMC0Qspo-wA0w7imt5iofWtx9XDAkvFDxAwP6trRXtMHI2fBm2kaDqbVfLeuEAnt9NjXp8jNwLpdsvsDGCU8vopFqUYChNmT91Zpsd-P/s400/faith+bluebonnets+2010+2.jpg" /></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463899940973835426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjREY9ETSlzz0PeICVA-7laJKqT63dUDbQ8hPsIFMp9UJ9JRoaFpryDygrVLYBGzt3iLyezhadZPtnlhrn5wlAmCdcjQkntmYrzidQsuaYoZdFgWCRHb5P0h1dD4tWI2YbbYw8l1avgDGjY/s400/faith+bluebonnets+2010+5.jpg" /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">My how she has changed since last year!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463902382725224866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-6KR7uEgdVdqCbjIMdYX3gxMUW3k0k9PX8FcKMOoMeIuoMhge9s3eEx8h3AA1DKlmoOMFoCi39vIhACGH-N49jV9SzvZJWLD-2wqDi6leeVGweZ5GrVJJRs5Rcdo3kS3T90bEmjOEpuQF/s400/100_0645.JPG" /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-5466736710554220092010-04-05T09:32:00.002-05:002010-04-05T09:38:36.959-05:00Happy Easter 2010<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456662544422514834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqVWjSzZ_XSZXvR4cWacM-osSg6qmfENQ69YrejmciC4fBNDx41YJoWx3xUjt0S6K0wIeeJLPItcJyHVuJyrA3dMfo0BlDAiwG5i__U92trviRXnLmxIHCjp0gzhZwslmk9OyJlNBeYeGc/s400/easter+2010_04.jpg" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiwApEzSxhwZVZErKcqfRh-khvwE8TAe8A_op2DK_Dp5iXEiYF_XvKCcFhT5uLgTPk6AmsP_EI_hbf7VNgBM2C_zrDSYOOQwl8-fqkcxuvUQzLGvI-fJ65EZio8aup7m-9nlGjwU8VyPsZ/s1600/easter+2010_41.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456662565502898706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiwApEzSxhwZVZErKcqfRh-khvwE8TAe8A_op2DK_Dp5iXEiYF_XvKCcFhT5uLgTPk6AmsP_EI_hbf7VNgBM2C_zrDSYOOQwl8-fqkcxuvUQzLGvI-fJ65EZio8aup7m-9nlGjwU8VyPsZ/s400/easter+2010_41.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ-v3AFzrn-PxWfGm8SQ2T1hAx5FE1li9v39YoWwhVQ4degw3HGJYGq_QheulBA9OVugORpM6kPhV63tE90hK2EzJYTrwlAHTRYEpmJztV3DxznKoKfbwTgrulM3XbgMINiqtbXXI5GaQb/s1600/easter+2010_23.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456662563536994930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ-v3AFzrn-PxWfGm8SQ2T1hAx5FE1li9v39YoWwhVQ4degw3HGJYGq_QheulBA9OVugORpM6kPhV63tE90hK2EzJYTrwlAHTRYEpmJztV3DxznKoKfbwTgrulM3XbgMINiqtbXXI5GaQb/s400/easter+2010_23.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw6fajPWgnmtA2safqv77Cr65BKl7yq_oLNq7eIY_3Dd7pG2Gf3Wl6axV3tu1Ewkc-g9VVq_xhnJXLMmmcqC9msuTWkc7jDRDKchsT3yTkWLOPQgJ_fK7LJWJvIEaHubGEjr2ABr2i6yYL/s1600/easter+2010_35.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456662555055127682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw6fajPWgnmtA2safqv77Cr65BKl7yq_oLNq7eIY_3Dd7pG2Gf3Wl6axV3tu1Ewkc-g9VVq_xhnJXLMmmcqC9msuTWkc7jDRDKchsT3yTkWLOPQgJ_fK7LJWJvIEaHubGEjr2ABr2i6yYL/s400/easter+2010_35.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoPU_CfIAGhm63pj5NY8ewGVQQqwpBDQF0imwVE_2HWMruA3W7jOyWtooPYno3B4jNKQDtLqdhn_4J2AodXuIHeWRJMs1eDW_xKPJoL03NldC22DmwP9P8QqTKEBd9tbDiSXWCWOqZM6HD/s1600/easter+2010_28.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456662541654926882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoPU_CfIAGhm63pj5NY8ewGVQQqwpBDQF0imwVE_2HWMruA3W7jOyWtooPYno3B4jNKQDtLqdhn_4J2AodXuIHeWRJMs1eDW_xKPJoL03NldC22DmwP9P8QqTKEBd9tbDiSXWCWOqZM6HD/s400/easter+2010_28.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-21825111611832509412010-04-05T08:46:00.006-05:002010-04-05T09:31:58.637-05:00Yes, Faith...You are the center of attention, please enjoyPart of our mission as parents is to teach our children the real meaning behind our marketed frivolous modern holidays. We are to find a way to make sure our kids recognize that Christ's birthday is the real celebration at Christmas, and that Christ's resurrection is the celebration of Easter. <div><div><div><br /><div>At this point in our 15 month-old's life, she is the center of attention. No question. She proved her desire to be on the stage in several overt ways this weekend.<br /><br /></div><div>First of all, I took her to see her first Baylor softball game of the season. Last season, Faith was quite a doll, literally, a 3 month old sweet thing that we easily took care of while watching the game. This year, I knew things would be different. I didn't think I would get to watch the game at all! Boy was I wrong. </div><br /><div>She loved the game! She loved watching the people, and she screamed and squealed every time a play was made. You could tell she was watching the ball, because her head would follow the ball on a pop up or other obvious play. </div><br /><div>Maybe this has something to do with her parents agging her on at home, but she thought she had really done something amazing, when our junior slugger, JV, hit the game winning RBI in extra innings and the crowd went wild. She was reveling in her victory. </div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456659528390964898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOHIqrBnPM7NspsVy_VTt50DSODAT3rAQlHkLJZHL1AZLRqY0ttgLkB8uauMwJveqBHLbBg9pt7UNpRqEeEAIblGpT4syOIbu9TpDq2eBGz7HkOdJKBQ9jwEQPcPC7FJpk-tLWn4RXHaOT/s400/april+2010+egg+hunt.jpg" />After the game, there was an Easter egg "hunt" in the outfield. I say hunt, but it was really more of a free for all. I placed Faith in a strategic spot with 3 eggs close together to give her a fighting chance vs. the big kids. I let her go, and she ran right at the eggs. In fact, she ran right past them, to the infield. She stood in the pitcher's circle and twirled around with a big smile on her face.<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456659538161630338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWEjoTolZkLh6S5Zqvkjmxt6JEf-drMLEYhxAILRH43spEZJlCpfSmt01I0K20tFSF0VeFeQohqbgSA2njl7xQKAzBMi-ulBnAgNeXDPz0uDRi65BTL02-TYi5wbXlEXQgMok9g8DocaJ4/s400/april+2010+egg+hunt_06.jpg" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456659541822486626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiWzJMzvUun3ldMVpUkliJyeOPF1PVyyQ3Ah935cp46qCicjKUBLTNoZkZvJevdXK9ihdJ_cZfW9mqWXA4Rl_OKIY8llS08unbpEdM2gnua3Im4OVLcsbXLXyvi5TTIute43lmel6CHcz8/s400/april+2010+egg+hunt_04.jpg" /><br /><div></div><div>I think she knew that this place was where all eyes are fixed during the game. I wonder if she knew that her momma was a pitcher? Hmm, she has a future in the spotlight, not sure where it will be though, because the next day....</div><br /><div>After the service was over at church, during which she earned high honors for good behavior from those sitting around us, she was let down and immediately ran for the pulpit area! She climbed up on the stage and gained that huge smile again. Again, she knew that this was where every one's eyes are fixed in the service.<br /><br /></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456657814248828914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBKATrGMRNrfUva0I3Gftj2qLWUN9Frm-BS1VsGx8OcTtFSDVKvfQTZ5CfpDBKzsasWee7h1STTmyjdlf02tQv0LMPyVWs3kd6C951QGs5xadqmeeTEBJra6s_9nXhsccr9C8WSi6W14yz/s400/easter+2010_06.jpg" /></div><br /><br /><br /><div>I think it's fine for her to enjoy the time in her life when the world revolves around her. After all, my parents had me thinking I was one of a kind on this world. I truly believed that God made me special. Not just "special" but extra "special" as if I possess qualities none on this earth could simulate. lol....not that my parents intended this, but I just thought I was something else. Maybe it gave me to confidence to believe I was different and to make more sound decisions in my life.</div><br /><div>One day, like my parents did with me, as we continue to point Faith to the Father, she too will realize that she is special in that she is a child of God. She will one day look past herself to others and more importantly, look to Him. </div><div><br /> </div><div>We love you, Faith! You superstar!</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-69070881539955124862010-03-29T16:22:00.004-05:002010-03-29T16:30:52.449-05:00Faith's First Dance with Daddy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuU8r7xHLMpbM7CPUMO1NX8cZjrxKiEz6IGn1kYZ2h3TFa0lOYr8TayhPfiynXFsklj6TIntX0dSC7zs7gS21IahlQjrVtTAljE1vSVCy0SQCxdowt2wCez0Inf2-Lg91WPHYseTxOU9ox/s1600/Faith+Wedding+3-2010.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454171041963926930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuU8r7xHLMpbM7CPUMO1NX8cZjrxKiEz6IGn1kYZ2h3TFa0lOYr8TayhPfiynXFsklj6TIntX0dSC7zs7gS21IahlQjrVtTAljE1vSVCy0SQCxdowt2wCez0Inf2-Lg91WPHYseTxOU9ox/s400/Faith+Wedding+3-2010.jpg" /></a><br /><p align="left">After a friend's wedding, Daddy and Faith got this great opportunity to dance while waiting on the arrival of the bridal party. During this time, she also had several twirls and foot stomping fits that weren't captured on video. She has the cutest little pink cowgirl boots that she wore to this Western-style wedding.</p><p align="left">Daddy and Faith had a great time on the floor that afternoon, and both of us had our hands full following Faith around the venue.<br /></p><p align="center"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxkp-jlo7mNHGWqlyDPGzZgbA9ZvMcPvz23kWt29KSpDN8S41clnKOgLr4bDaeAnAyazfhAtf71Q0GdbHYFaw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-89054249193103082202010-02-25T13:58:00.007-06:002011-03-26T21:29:41.589-05:00Cousin HannahA year ago Faith's oldest cousin, Hannah Joy, entered Heaven. Hannah has left such a lasting legacy for her family, her friends, and even strangers, bringing all of us closer to Him and teaching us to look to Him when we fail ourselves. <br />
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<div>Faith will hear about Hannah all of her life and be held to a high standard. Hannah, the oldest cousin and "leader of the pack" led an exemplary life for Christ. As her mom would quickly add, she wasn't perfect, none of us are, but she took on her life storm with nothing but grace.<br />
Below is a pic of the first time Hannah met Faith. This was near the end of January of last year. I won't say it's the first and last time they will meet, because we know there will be a joyful reunion at Home one day. This is probably the only pic of all 7 granddaughters together. </div><div></div><div></div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442276427504859506" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoNb1PAOGktHBB5JtR6mCP4RuA5QPf4xLBnXyLVu0wbusQEfzzFkShu6PaQo2-Q0MEaCG_7W4mzgBktGiPN24wEtd3-N5tiLI4tVfDWZfjmcbI6WUUTpnV3M-L4Zuf9Ni31am5l6WKu-0h/s400/Picture+159.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></div><br />
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<div>When we found out we were pregnant, Hannah was the first cousin I called. I remember her screaming "You're pregnant!!!?!!! Mom, Aunt Sarah is pregnant!" She was super excited as was the rest of the crew. Faith and Katie Joy (born just after Hannah went to Heaven) won't remember the physical Hannah, but her story will penetrate their lives and inspire them to live their life in such a way that points others to the Lord. Read more about Hannah's story <a href="http://www.thesullivanfour.blogspot.com/">here</a>. </div><br />
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<div align="center">Hannah Joy, WE MISS YOU! </div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-67106556423086741392010-02-20T12:48:00.004-06:002010-02-20T13:12:44.766-06:00What to do with Sydney Kitty Cat<div>With these ear infections Faith has been having, we have been trying to decide what is keeping her stopped up. One plausible cause would be our 15 pound 1st child of the feline type. Oh yeah, with long shaggy hair that is annoying to clean up all the time. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>I suggested this idea to our doctor who said that he couldn't do allergy tests on Faith until she is 4. He recommended getting the cat out of the house for several weeks to see if Faith improved with the cat gone. </div><div> </div><div> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440405583017929986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVUf3hD54pqzrR6JFv71owHicdOrkXKd1Jqb-ErQlq0BRoiejg350it2SsMInMmp9-RorHU1ktv7fHPxDGq2KRpbIDyurS4JNtZ-Z5VQgdz-to9zPaJlu6GwrjCZEzoGeNvayism-z0v-4/s400/sydney+in+jeopardy.jpg" /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Would any of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ya'll</span> believe that there are not a tons of our friends out there dying to keep our cat for a couple of weeks? Poor Sydney, your family member status is in jeopardy....you'd better start doing laundry or something. Faith loves you, but you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">allude</span> her. This combined with your dander, just can't be tolerated much longer. What are we going to do? </div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2805289353043136901.post-7647307860308729702010-02-20T12:42:00.007-06:002011-03-26T21:34:06.781-05:00Can I just stay under this table, Mom?<div><br />
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<div>Yesterday, We all loaded up to go get Faith's 12 month vaccinations. They had been <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">postponed</span> because of her ear infection issues, so she got them at more like 14 months, which is fine with us! </div><br />
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<div>The room at Dr. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Loden's</span> office is brightly colored and painted with a lot of fish and undersea creatures. Faith prided herself in running from wall to wall and slamming her hands on the wall. After a long time of doing this, I think she started to get nervous. She loved the paper on the examine table and tried pulling it off...</div><div></div><div></div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440406048747127490" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglWv9wpc_zlYA3-thdZpsBQ14PWc6_eLmzWLDb0h9eQAtcFMRWX-llRtAkc9bEWb0wVjFxA7lc-mQfy-WbIhC4tYWzSiWNev-Lz7crB9RXlBaAcIq4sqZGF8hzayLyefUQueD-vOS99b7K/s400/faith+14+month+shots+2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440406055969078338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIZTn-mdo_7HSWSenWp1gfigizpNi219AK-9isHec5TIYAmIUQE2-9BLy_qIkf__3aj0XuYWXE1okLXzROJdp8zCtHo_srn9teOoBHLUVz_hWMdWUCnDW6IV7UFEBiYwo4l8GImUaYQJZI/s400/faith+14+month+shots+3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></div><br />
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<div>She also tried escaping through the door, but she could quite work the handle...</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440406044662039650" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhmDA4GYubw_B5Z4Fq6uFnXTOmemA8dQPAkbO8rpScwrtyGGeYhH6fWr4BXW_lBzVlNnKVLHe-M8HKMB0K61PgqfPl25h3OyPOF7S59PsnIvOPY0uDioKPx_g7lnt0zEcT-e71dPzyjfFI/s400/faith+14+month+shots+1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></div><div></div><div>When she gave up on escape, she <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">conceded</span> to hiding under the desk...do I have to come out?? Shots (4 of them) hurt but were OK....bottles make lots of things Ok.</div><br />
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