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I’ve been using <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/">Shutterfly</a> for my prints, <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/party-cards-stationery">birthday invitations</a>, books and online photo storage for years now. What I love most about Shutterfly is that it not only gives you a safe and secure place to store your digital photos, it also helps you present them as beautiful works of art. When my daughter was born last year, <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/">Shutterfly</a> was my “go-to” for unbelievably gorgeous <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/birth-announcements">birth announcements</a>. When we went to the beach this summer, I uploaded my digital pictures to Shutterfly each night so I knew that they would be safe in my online gallery. When I got home, all I had to do was pop them into an album using Shutterfly’s publishing service and my book was made in no time. Not to mention shipped to me within 25 hours…wow!<br />
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This Christmas, I am searching for the perfect <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-cards">Christmas card</a> from Shutterfly’s <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-cards">2010 holiday collection</a> that captures our favorite memories of 2010. I found this one and imagined choosing some less traditional photos of our children- you know the ones- the crazy, silly little moments of life that wouldn’t qualify as wall portraiture, but give you an honest glimpse of everyday life in our household. This one, with its retro flavor, yet classic design would look fabulous on any mantle. Finally, there is this one, which I am most excited about because you can take complete control of the creativity and design a truly one-of-a-kind card.<br />
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I absolutely LOVE receiving Christmas cards with photos, so much that a few years ago I started showcasing each photo <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/christmas-cards">Christmas card</a> we receive in our Christmas tree. Yep, right next to my great-grandmother’s hand crochet snowflake, you may find the face of a friend I’ve known since I was a child; relatives I only see once a year twinkle in the lights and sit on branches among other cards from dear friends and family. When Christmas is over, I keep all of the cards and am hoping to begin a fun project where I place all of the cards into an album each year.<br />
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I am not sure which card I will choose yet but I know that whichever one I do decide to commemorate 2010 with, I know it will be a beautiful, high-quality work of art that I will treasure forever thanks to <a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/">Shutterfly</a>.<br />
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Thanks to Marty, Mom and Gram for help with the cooking; Dad, Sandy, Nana & Grandpa Ed for travelling so far, Missy & Kristin for making the last-minute cake, Abigail for capturing the moments, Derek for helping me cross of my list and to everyone who came to celebrate with us. I could not think of a better way to cap off the first year of Ellie's life. THANK YOU!<br />
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PS: We all know that the party for a One year old is really for the mom...so THANK YOU ALL for indulging me! Oh, and alas...my favorite pic of the day...<br />
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I began this post as a letter to Ellie 5 days before her birthday, but all of these apply to all of you. Here are 5 little nuggets of advice from your mother:<br />
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1. Get to know your Maker. And by Maker, I mean the one and only Jesus Christ, Lord and Savior. As much as your dad and I want to be your "everything", even we cannot love you and be there for you like Jesus can. It is inevitable- everyone you know will eventually, at some point let you down. God will not. I promise that I will show Him to you in every way that I can.<br />
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2. Stick with it. Never quit. Never give up. I am referring to marriage here, honey. Your dad and I don't know what it is like to have parents that are still married, but we'd both probably say that is the one thing in our lives that we long for no matter how old we get. Some people may make marriage look easy all the time- and maybe for them it is. For the rest of us, however, marriage can be tough. The absolute best advice on marriage that I can give you is to love, unconditionally, no matter what. In the best of times, marriage will be fun, exciting and easy. But in the hard times remember this: Love your spouse through the eyes of God completely unselfishly. Seek the good in your spouse and honor the commitment you made. Always.<br />
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3. To have a friend, be a friend. Be the friend you want to have. Take the risk, share your heart, be OK with being vulnerable and open. True "heart/sister/brother friends" are more valuable than gold. Unlike family who you don't choose, friends become your friends because you WANT them to be. Guard your heart and use discretion when choosing your friends. But, when you do discover that a person is worthy of your love and friendship- give your heart freely to them and love them unconditionally. Should a problem arise between you and a heart/sister/brother friend- approach, talk it out and move on. Chances are you will be closer afterward. <br />
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4. Tithe. I cannot even begin to tell you how important this one is. EVERYTHING you have comes from God, we owe HIM everything, so please, at the very least, give back to Him what is biblically required. Give joyfully and with thanksgiving. I promise you that the Lord rewards the faithful. And while we are on the subject of giving...give your time, your talents, your resources to those in need. You will think it is you who is giving, but in the end, you will be the one walking away with the greatest reward.<br />
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5. Write, record, type, photograph...document your life and the life of your family. You won't ever regret anything you do to capture your history and the history of your spouse and children. You will enjoy looking back to see where you've been, what you've looked like and reflecting on God's blessings in your life.<br />
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Well, there you have it. 5 little pieces of advice from me among thousands that I will probably give you in your lifetime.<br />
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WHAT YOU'RE DOING NOW:<br />
Tate: Accidentally just slung toothpaste all over Brit.<br />
Brit: Crying about being covered in toothpaste.<br />
Ellie: Sleeping peacefully in your crib.<br />
Dad: In Michigan oblivious to it all. :-)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34314579.post-17030465826747876092010-11-16T21:44:00.000-05:002010-11-16T21:44:46.798-05:006 till one- Birthday CountdownBelieve it or not, you share the same birth month with 6 other VERY SPECIAL PEOPLE<br />
Carole Ann Vansant Everett- family<br />
Brooks Owen York- friend<br />
Brooks Bowman Ray- friend<br />
Jack Garrett- friend<br />
Tommy "Papa" Shaw- family<br />
Nancy Dolph- family<br />
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What you're doing now:<br />
Tonight you are crying out in your crib intermittently...just so you know, carrots give you gas. sorry for that. will wait a few more months to try those orange trouble makers again. <style type="text/css">
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkL0RIyEce2fitsO5UzDOIJHisC4IlH6ybMZxjeZO0bQiS5W3FABSN_sw_b406ysb5QLJOoPqTv2cEg6KAn7PYvT8LpFH8peZvyuAzfH5o2r0KCU7UZ5eGaerl1HV-ko6cFoUnOA/s1600/babygirl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="151" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkL0RIyEce2fitsO5UzDOIJHisC4IlH6ybMZxjeZO0bQiS5W3FABSN_sw_b406ysb5QLJOoPqTv2cEg6KAn7PYvT8LpFH8peZvyuAzfH5o2r0KCU7UZ5eGaerl1HV-ko6cFoUnOA/s200/babygirl.jpg" width="200" /></a>1. When I found out I was expecting you I did what I always do when I am expecting a baby- I went out and bought a journal so that I could write down my thoughts and my memories of you. The color of journal I chose? Pink. Do you think I knew?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">2. When the ultrasound technician so rudely proclaimed "<em>girl</em>", I almost hyperventilated- she could barley keep the sonogram wand on my belly because of my sobs. I stared at the monitor in disbelief and to this day I cannot believe I was blessed with you. My girlfriends threw me a "pink party" that night to celebrate with a mom who had two times been blessed with boys...but finally got her girl.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-xOdgczquofDMLky8ne_1DUfw2wfuCRnp-B6FlnoCRH2SJIQRuzuB6x_jXCbYTmXMF7ui4uIIrKXgqJGPWMTaJP608DG5ubvbYikwV3zHjCbvU8Ej3nl_LYocRWl56Lwg4Hlmww/s1600/Oct%2526Nove+2009+069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="137" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-xOdgczquofDMLky8ne_1DUfw2wfuCRnp-B6FlnoCRH2SJIQRuzuB6x_jXCbYTmXMF7ui4uIIrKXgqJGPWMTaJP608DG5ubvbYikwV3zHjCbvU8Ej3nl_LYocRWl56Lwg4Hlmww/s200/Oct%2526Nove+2009+069.jpg" width="200" /></a>3. The first thing I said to you when I saw you was "she looks like Tate!". Guess that wasn't poetic or particularly memorable, but I wasn't expecting you to look like that...or have THAT MUCH hair!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">4. I've used a hair dryer on you since the day you were born...and a comb.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGdDuvB4KlaTgb24Dyd5lal-dMOzGuX5DtZCmoTF5SeDTvbsanq8QMFoCyaLhEHuxFdVAuLZEuodWvCc6dDO0AUekV_zxbVOp0SVT4wxN_MlZQ5REit5fY7eVIkKc2gwblk5YL4A/s1600/054.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGdDuvB4KlaTgb24Dyd5lal-dMOzGuX5DtZCmoTF5SeDTvbsanq8QMFoCyaLhEHuxFdVAuLZEuodWvCc6dDO0AUekV_zxbVOp0SVT4wxN_MlZQ5REit5fY7eVIkKc2gwblk5YL4A/s200/054.jpg" width="200" /></a>5. I let you sleep with me for your first 4 months of life. I know that is awful, but I couldn't help it. Our room was SO COLD and you were SO LITTLE. I loved that special time with you. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">6. In those early days, you were SO SLEEPY! I remember fretting over you and praying that you would be OK. I would hold you in front of the window so your yellow skin could drink in the sunshine.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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On this day, two years ago, she gave birth to an angel who went to be with Jesus before his mama ever even saw his face. <br />
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We held that mama, we loved her, we cooked for her, we grieved with her, we were there when she laid her baby to rest. But we don't walk in her shoes, we don't see through her eyes we don't hurt with her heart. <br />
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I draw strength from her strength and the way she only ever looked to the Lord for comfort and for peace. I remember being afraid to tell this friend that I was expecting another baby just a few months after losing hers, but oh how she rejoiced with me. It was then that I began to understand the love and strength of a Christ-filled heart of a <em>true</em> friend.<br />
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And on this day, her newest miracle will be on the operating table. We all pray for strength for that baby, for the doctors' hands to be steady and minds to be clear. For peace and patience as the mama waits...and prays...and prays...and waits...until she can hold her baby again.<br />
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the first experience i had when i knew <em><strong><span style="color: red;">mine </span></strong></em>was no longer beating in my chest, but bundled up in a blue blanket early one june morning in 2004<br />
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because...<br />
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i've never seen a man lose <em><strong><span style="color: red;">his </span></strong></em>for another like the way your daddy did for you when he followed you to the NICU<br />
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because...<br />
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you wear <em><span style="color: red;"><strong>it</strong></span></em> on your sleeve<br />
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because...<br />
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you say <em><strong><span style="color: red;">it</span></strong></em> might explode because "the most beautiful two girls in the whole world live in this house"<br />
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<em><strong><span style="color: red;">mine</span></strong></em> breaks when <strong><em><span style="color: red;">yours</span></em></strong> does <br />
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Jesus lives in <span style="color: red;"><strong><em>yours</em></strong> <span style="color: black;">and you both live in </span></span><span style="color: red;"><strong><em>mine</em></strong></span><br />
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So we begin with Middle Child Monday and I will sum up Britton David in one word: Silly. See ABOVE..wouldn't you agree?<br />
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Don't feel left out, B...all the other ones are getting one word this week as well. More about all of my babies next week.<br />
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I wish that I could tell you that today's discovery would be something that you will rarely experience in your life- but I can't lie to you. What you did today, with such curiosity and gusto, will not always feel like such a Disneyland adventure. It won't be fun, you won't ever get a medal for it, no one will die if you DON'T do it, and chances are it will never be something you look forward to. Ellison, today you discovered LAUNDRY.<br />
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I can't promise that you may not one day find yourself angry at the very person who's boxer briefs you are holding in your hand, or that you won't be irritated by the 15th grass/ketchup/sharpie stain you find on your schoolager's Sunday best, or dumbfounded at the sheer volume of burp cloths and onesies have accumulated in a day. I can't promise it will ever be easy or exciting or fun. <br />
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But I promise you this:<br />
One day you will pray over that pair of undies and thank God for the man who wears them. You will gasp when you think how much that schoolager has grown and how it has become increasingly difficult to decipher "who's is who's" because they are all just getting so big. One day you will fold a onesie or a burp cloth or a fuzzy little sock for the very last time. And then it will hit you. You've spent the last (however many) years taking care of your family- from the food on the table to the clothes folded neatly and placed in a drawer. You've loved them, prayed for them, held them and have simply been there for them. Then you will know that no task- great or small- is a burden or a chore as long as it is done in love.<br />
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Delight in the little things, my love. Cherish the path that the Lord has given you. Rejoice and seek God's face in all you do.<br />
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Oh, and bleach for your whites, cold for your colors, and don't let anyone ever tell you that liquid fabric softener is a splurge.<br />
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I love you,<br />
MamaUnknownnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34314579.post-7190463118744404872010-10-11T19:49:00.000-05:002010-10-11T19:49:38.108-05:00Top Ten at 10Ellie is almost 11 months, but I've had this post in my head since her 10 month birthday. Here are the Top Ten (in no particular order) things that came to mind on September 21st:<br />
1. Her first pearly white pops through her bottom gum<br />
2. Says mama to me and dada to the dog...and Derek<br />
3. Holds the phone up to her ear as if to say "hello"<br />
4. Waves "Bye Bye"<br />
5. Stands on her own<br />
6. Belly laughs at her silly brothers<br />
7. Goes to bed at 6pm....wakes up at 7 or 8 am<br />
8. Eats a blueberry waffle every morning for breakfast<br />
9. I FINALLY let her eat Cheerios and WHOLE Puffs<br />
10. She reaches for me, hugs me, kisses me and LOVES ME<br />
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</div>My beloved white sunglasses. I think I bought them at TJ Maxx or maybe Marshall's for like, 9 bucks...but oh, they are worth so much more than that to me. Whenever I put them on a feel young, fashionable and...well almost frisky! I can't explain why they have this effect on me but they do. As I pack them away, I feel like I am packing a part of me that has been buried beneath breastfeeding, booty-wiping, sippy cup filling, boo boo kissing and all the other makings of motherhood for the past 6 and 1/2 years. I really can be fun, spontaneous and full of laughter...I promise. So, as I pack these away I am going to make an effort to never lose myself again...to be the "me" that I truly am and not just the "me" that I think I am supposed to be. Oh, and I have an appointment with one of my besties to go shopping tomorrow...TJ Maxx and Marshall's is definitely on the "hit list". Here's hoping I'll come home with a little (new) piece of me!<br />
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"Look at what you've done<br />
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Why, you've become a grown-up girl"<br />
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