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		<title>Sarah Paris is 21!!!!</title>
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yep, it&#8217;s my best friends birthday! I&#8217;m so incredibly grateful she is with me in Ethiopia right now, instead of back in the States reading this. Words cannot express how precious she is to me. Here are a few photos that document the fun times we have had over the past year:</p>
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Love ya, Sarah Decks! So glad you&#8217;re with me! Hugs!!!!!</p>
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		<title>The World&#8217;s Best Mom is Having a Birthday!!!!</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 22 Aug 2010 13:00:10 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Olivia</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Mom, I'm sitting in the airport and don't have time to write the volumes necessary to express how precious you are to me. Thanks for letting me have this experience. I love you more than words can describe! Miss you already... Lean on Jesus every day! Hugs and Kisses!!!
 

(I know I use this song [...]]]></description>
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(I know I use this song a lot, it just seemed to fit...)</code></p>
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		<title>Sabbath with the Brass Cousins</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Jun 2010 03:24:56 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Olivia</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Sabbath was glorious. After a fantastic Sabbath School discussion and a wonderful church service, we headed home to set out the fixins for haystacks. What made Sabbath so very special, however, was having Tennessee relatives join us! My cousins Matt and Jesse brought their families down to spend the afternoon with us, and it was [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Sabbath was glorious. After a fantastic Sabbath School discussion and a wonderful church service, we headed home to set out the fixins for haystacks. What made Sabbath so very special, however, was having Tennessee relatives join us! My cousins Matt and Jesse brought their families down to spend the afternoon with us, and it was such a treat!</p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">David got a little bored waiting for everyone to get here&#8230;</p>
<p style="text-align: center; "><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4044/4694418505_d840125e49_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">I know I&#8217;m biased, but I LOVE this smile!!!</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4014/4695054524_8073bf9479_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">My handsome father</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4695055396_d29627b642_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Okay, I guess I got a little bored, too. Not a good picture of either of us, but had to share our fun&#8230;</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4045/4695056480_05837121fc_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Don&#8217;t ask&#8230;</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4005/4694423305_d533c7f8d2_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">We were all so excited to see cousins again (and eat) that Mom stationed herself by the front door</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4003/4695055774_d84d7182af_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">As soon as they arrived, the fun began!</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4049/4694424713_44f053550e_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Cousin Hannah</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4025/4694423733_b16a81a592_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Cousin Lily</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1283/4694424185_d2c928e7a3_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Cousin Levi</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4040/4694424465_1134fbf042_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Another thing that made today special was that Hannah turned 10! To celebrate, we all enjoyed some strawberry cake and vanilla ice cream. Yum!</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4005/4695059212_b7c23aee22_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4058/4695059602_da22fca8c4_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">I have the world&#8217;s greatest mother. She knew that there were 6 energetic kiddos (not counting Dave, Tim, and I) headed her way, and wanted something fun for them. So all week, she&#8217;s been planning a spiritual scavenger hunt for them to do. At each stop, they were asked a Bible question, told to sing a song, or told a little Bible story before receiving their prize. It was a blast and the kids loved it! Great work, Mom!</p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">The hunt begins&#8230;</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4067/4694428761_29acc363b9_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Lily was so excited to have a bag like everyone else, but at age 2, she had a tough time keeping up&#8230;</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4008/4694427805_525f616b07_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4013/4694430571_d076af2d91_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Lily was still having a tough time keeping up, so I snatched her up and took off running with her</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4001/4695065358_64e9549826_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Aunt Karen reads the question to the adventurers</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4015/4694429741_3cc5bb1ddc_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4040/4694426151_f8344efe0e_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Before receiving their prize, they were asked to sing &#8220;Jesus Love is a Bubblin&#8217; Over&#8221;</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4031/4694431627_8da6633164_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4058/4695066502_a82455b863_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4056/4694432951_3ed4d8af69_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">The prize? BUBBLES!</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4029/4694432471_c2914160a0_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">These three were &#8220;looking for something blue&#8221;</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4055/4694433661_8a45fda26e_b.jpg" alt="" /><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4033/4695070254_d89ac05368_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">&#8220;Jesus is always there for us, even if we&#8217;ve pushed Him away before. Who wants to raise their hand and decide to never push Jesus away?&#8221;</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4020/4695069072_9150043c82_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Lily had no clue what was going on. When everyone&#8217;s hands were raised, hers was not. &#8220;Lily! Raise your hand!&#8221; Hannah whispered emphatically.</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4028/4695070014_06e025dec6_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Lovin&#8217; her some prizes!</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4029/4695069490_18943e9925_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Yo-yo&#8217;s to remind us that we are always connected to Jesus. Even if we stray, we can come right back if we ask Jesus to help us&#8230;</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4047/4694435187_12ef6de48d_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4071/4695070468_ea716fedbf_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1300/4694436081_2a781d6f8a_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Next, Mom sent the kids to the rock, a reminder that Jesus is our Rock. Here, they found water guns. The spiritual application? Basically, by this time everyone was so blistering hot that we needed to cool off. So fun to watch everyone in action!</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4070/4695071102_4448a79ac7_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">As soon as we got to the rock, Lily opened her bag for me to put a prize in it. She had the routine down!</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1279/4694438399_7d2d03a863_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Cousin Matt gets pelted by one of his boys</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4069/4695071868_c5852231bf_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Andrew was quite the super-soaker</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4030/4695072178_f52b9cebec_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Lily couldn&#8217;t decide whether to shoot her watergun or protect herself from the assaults of her cousins</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4067/4695073602_c584900f95_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Lucky for Lily, Aunt Larisa came to the rescue!</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4039/4695071504_ac80810025_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4021/4694438847_b43e747414_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4021/4695073862_6d05843748_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Cousin Tim gets in on the fun</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4041/4695074052_af041b50cb_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Hot and tired, Lily and Judah wait for the next clue</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4007/4695072610_025e632d0c_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Listening intently to Aunt Karen&#8217;s instructions</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4064/4694440831_0c138fdcef_b.jpg" alt="" /><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4017/4694440015_74db0c8946_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">A water balloon toss was our next stop. Another great way to cool off&#8230;</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4024/4694440331_fae438af7f_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4054/4695079786_d30286d5f8_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Lily was a little confused as to the object of the game. She squeezed the balloons as hard as she could and finally threw them to the ground, trying to get them to burst. As soon as one would pop, she applauded herself and run back to the bucket for more. Guess she thought popping them was the goal. Regardless, it was hilarious to watch!</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4008/4694447195_a6657611f6_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Johnny was quite the pitcher! He was serious about the challenge and did a great job.</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4695080192_c00661e43b_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1284/4694446369_b9c0226598_b.jpg" alt="" /><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4035/4694447603_31b820733e_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Andrew&#8217;s big grin followed an extra-high water ballon toss</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1307/4695082432_37dabea369_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">After finding fishy crackers and glow sticks, we headed inside for a craft. These stickers were the coolest! Such bright colors and minimal mess.</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4002/4694448571_795f9a0ac4_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4006/4694450121_2491129419_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4053/4694451813_d096c207f2_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Judah&#8217;s masterpiece</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4019/4694449765_5c6f19046b_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Levi sporting his beautiful smile</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4051/4695085112_fba42a328e_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">The Birthday Girl and her Daddy</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4063/4695085262_71facd73c2_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4059/4695083786_624de8fe27_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Aunt Karen got Hannah this beautiful dress for her birthday. It looked so fun on her! We snapped these photos to document her fantastic 10th birthday&#8230;</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4024/4694450829_d82a6e82a1_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4067/4695083518_a71af4a324_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4016/4695085730_ecdfe55ba5_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
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<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4017/4695086004_343aea79a9_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Happy Birthday, Hannah! Thanks to Matt, Larisa, Jesse, and Carrie for driving down here to see us. It was a blast! Love you and your families. And thanks, Mom, for the super fun day!</p>
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		<title>Emily</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 03 Jun 2010 13:00:40 +0000</pubDate>
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Emily spent her time in front of my camera several months ago. She graduated from nursing school at the beginning of May, and had me take these to send out for her announcements. At the time, I was extremely stressed out by college and did not take the time to post my favorites. Although there [...]]]></description>
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<p class="MsoNormal">Emily spent her time in front of my camera several months ago. She graduated from nursing school at the beginning of May, and had me take these to send out for her announcements. At the time, I was extremely stressed out by college and did not take the time to post my favorites. Although there are several more I could post, these are a few of the best:</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Thanks for being patient, Em! I love you! Thank you for inspiring me to be a better person and a more devoted Christian. You are truly an inspiration. Congratulations on your graduation! You&#8217;ll make a fantastic nurse!</p>
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		<title>Aubrey</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Jun 2010 13:00:18 +0000</pubDate>
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Aubrey and I became friends during ASI Youth for Jesus. Although we’d known each other for years, we hadn’t spent any time together until YFJ. In celebration of the completion of high school, Aubrey asked me to take some pictures of her. Her father is also a photographer, so I was very honored that she [...]]]></description>
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<p class="MsoNormal">Aubrey and I became friends during ASI Youth for Jesus. Although we’d known each other for years, we hadn’t spent any time together until YFJ. In celebration of the completion of high school, Aubrey asked me to take some pictures of her. Her father is also a photographer, so I was very honored that she wanted me to take some, too. Aubrey is a videographer herself and, like me, prefers to be behind the camera. I was a little nervous about whether or not she’d loosen up. Why do I ever worry? She was fantastic! We laughed hysterically throughout the shoot and had a blast. And, although she hates it when I say this, “Aubrey, you are gorgeous.” Thanks for letting me capture your beauty!</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; ">Aubrey found some blackberry bushes and gave me a sampling. The first one she gave me was red and uber tart. The one she is holding in the picture was delicious, though! I didn&#8217;t think I liked blackberries, but if they all taste like that one did, bring &#8216;em on!</p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; ">Love the smiles in these! Probably two of my favorites&#8230;</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Aubrey, thanks for stepping out of your comfort zone and getting in front of the camera. I hope you love these pictures as much as I do! Love you!!</p>
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		<title>Texas Trip: Part 2</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2010 13:00:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The second half of our Texas trip was spent at the Bowyer house. Also like family, the Bowyer&#8217;s have been close to our family since I was three. Devin graduated from highschool this past weekend, which is why we made our trip to Texas. I am so upset that the few pictures I took with [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p style="text-align: left; ">The second half of our Texas trip was spent at the Bowyer house. Also like family, the Bowyer&#8217;s have been close to our family since I was three. Devin graduated from highschool this past weekend, which is why we made our trip to Texas. I am so upset that the few pictures I took with them didn&#8217;t turn out. I always fail to get photos with them. Ugh.</p>
<p style="text-align: left; ">Last summer, I was assistant girls&#8217; dean at ASI Youth for Jesus for the month of July. A majority of the girls I deaned happen to be from the Keene area. I miss them all, and decided to pull together a last-minute lunch with as many of them as could make it. Here&#8217;s me with 6 of my lovely ladies at Joe&#8217;s Pizza and Pasta, a family favorite.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Some of the energy I thrived on last summer&#8230;</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">A Joe&#8217;s tradition: when Dave and I were younger, the cashier would give us a quarter after every meal to get a gumball out of the machine. Now that we are older and aren&#8217;t given quarters, we use our own to carry on the tradition.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">As I mentioned previously, the rest of our weekend was a whirlwind of graduation events. Dedication Friday night, potluck Sabbath, and actual graduation Saturday night. Justin and Devin left early Sunday morning to work at summer camp, leaving us with a day to spend at their house without them. We met Kim, the girls, Dale, Ryan, and Marlise for lunch at&#8230; you guessed it! Joe&#8217;s! Then, the girls came over to Bowyer&#8217;s house to swim. When we first got into the pool, Shaylee could not swim. Miss Karen and I worked with her the majority of the time we were out there, and by the time we were done, she was swimming like a little fish. Still needs some practice, but can swim by herself now! Yay, Shaylee!</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">While we worked with Shay in the shallow end, Brenna dominated the diving board.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Momma Kim watches on from the sidelines&#8230;</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">The diving board is twice the fun when David jumps off of it with you!</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Shay eventually got brave and ventured off the board herself</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">The lovely swim instructor and her pupil</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Kenzie had been sick up until Sunday, so she took it easy with us in the shallow end. She still managed to have a good share of fun, though.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Swimmin&#8217; by herself!</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">And now for my final photo from our Texas visit. I was downstairs working on the computer when Mom sent me a text message. To expedite the process, she soon appeared at the office door. &#8220;You&#8217;ll never guess what Decker&#8217;s doing!&#8221; she exclaimed. Decker, my stuffed bear, had been left sitting on my bed upstairs. &#8220;Come see!&#8221; she instructed, before racing ahead of me up the stairs. As soon as my eyes caught sight of my teddy bear, I burst into laughter. &#8220;He&#8217;s been getting into the Cheetos,&#8221; Mom said with mock-disapproval plastered on her face. We both spent some time in hysterics before removing the temptation from the poor bear. Probably would have been better for us if we&#8217;d just let him finish them! Mom, you&#8217;re too funny! Thanks for making me laugh!</p>
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<p>Again, Texas was a treat. After being gone for two weeks, however, I was extremely relieved to walk into my precious bedroom. Nothing is quite so comfortable and dear to my heart as my down comforter and fluffy white pillows! I&#8217;m a busy woman and will be traveling more soon. But for now, this is goodbye!</p>
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		<title>Texas Trip: Part 1</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jun 2010 02:48:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[As a college student, I have begun to feel as though no place is truly home. I suppose our Georgia house feels the most like home, as walking into my bedroom after two weeks of traveling was still an extreme relief and comfort. But really, there are different things about each place I &#8220;live&#8221; that [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>As a college student, I have begun to feel as though no place is truly home. I suppose our Georgia house feels the most like home, as walking into my bedroom after two weeks of traveling was still an extreme relief and comfort. But really, there are different things about each place I &#8220;live&#8221; that feel like home. Texas was my home for 19 years. The people and places that were familiar for so long will always be a part of me. Southern is the place that I live 2/3 of the year. Although the dorm is not that homey, it feels like home in a way due to the amount of time I spend there. Georgia is still new. The people are beginning to grow familiar, the places not so unusual, but since most of our time here I&#8217;ve been away at school, it is not completely like home. Yes, Georgia feels the most like home. Our back porch, my bed, and the kitchen all bring great joy and comfort to my heart. But the older I get, the more I realize that I will probably never feel truly at home anywhere until Heaven.</p>
<p>Now on to my most recent adventure! From Florida, where I was visiting my friend Sarah and her family (see posts below), I flew straight to Texas. We spent the first part of our vacation with our &#8220;family,&#8221; the Sexsons. I love waking up to the sight of three eager girls peeking into my bedroom, knowing that the snuggles and giggles that are soon to follow are priceless. Nothing beats lounging around the house in pjs with my girls, their Momma, my Mom, and Dave. When we finally got up and around on Wednesday, we headed to Saltgrass Steakhouse for baked potatoes and salad.</p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Mom and the girls woke David up with the help of this kind sock puppet</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">To Saltgrass we go</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">A normal picture and a silly photo with each of my girls</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Two of my favorite guys</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Even meal times are entertaining&#8230;</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">After devouring our baked potatoes and salad, which were fantastic, we could not resist ordering dessert. Saltgrass has some of the best desserts I&#8217;ve ever had. No joke. Here&#8217;s Kim&#8217;s reaction to one of the desserts the girls and I split.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">The cause for her astonishment:</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Mickynzie, Brenna, Shaylee, and I (plus anyone else that wanted some bites) split this sundae AND an incredible piece of cheesecake.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">My affections were torn. Saltgrass has some of the best cheesecake I&#8217;ve ever had. Seriously. But I am, as anyone who reads this blog at all can tell, an ice cream addict. SO, I shared the sundae and the cheesecake with the three girls. Too much enjoyment for one day&#8230;</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Once we were thoroughly stuffed, we headed to a Putt Putt place we used to go to when we were kids. It was a hot day, and everyone was dying to ride the Bumper Boats, so that&#8217;s precisely where we started. (There are tons of pictures. Got a little carried away&#8230; Kim just took too many fun ones!)</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Since we wanted pictures, Kim sat out and played photographer. We had two tickets left over, however, so I volunteered to go out for a spin with her once everyone was done. Her famous last words: &#8220;I don&#8217;t want to get wet!&#8221; The following photograph was taken while I was still on her good side&#8230;</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Our final adventure for the day involved braving the heat for a game of Putt Putt. We split into two groups and played a fun round of golf. Dave, John, Brenna, and Shay took the &#8220;Adventure Course,&#8221; while Mom, Kim, Kenzie, and I embarked on the &#8220;Harbour Course.&#8221; Fun, but oh so very hot!</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Brenna was the overall winner. We won&#8217;t mention who came in last&#8230; <img src='http://www.olivialeighphotography.com/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> Several stops were made on the way home, and many of us indulged in naps during the ride home. Shaylee was out within minutes. Brenna held on for a little while longer, but eventually dozed off. I couldn&#8217;t sleep good because I was holding Brenna&#8217;s head up, but snoozed a little while parked in the Target parking lot.</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4008/4657967693_d9e9608ac3_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">I guess being the overall champ wears a kid out&#8230;</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">When we got home, the two girls that had napped were pumped and ready to go. Ms. Karen introduced them to a new song, and they were eager to dance to it with her. Here are two blurry, action-packed shots of the four &#8220;Great Googa Mooga&#8221; dancers!</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Shaylee slept a little too long and was a crazy dancer</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">The next morning, we relaxed at the house. While the we older girls chilled inside, Dave and the two energizer bunnies played outside. Doesn&#8217;t Dave look fantastic on a pink scooter?</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">I am so grateful that Mom and Kim have both prioritized staying in touch. These girls are what I miss most about Texas, and spending time with them was such a treat. Tune in soon for Part 2 of our visit to Texas&#8230;</p>
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		<title>Florida Trip: Miami</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 31 May 2010 13:00:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Olivia</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[My final Florida post. Wow, so many fun memories! Fun to relive it all. Sunday morning was spent packing up the camp and hauling luggage, kayaks, and campers to their various locations. Showers were much appreciated at the Paris home before the car was re-loaded for our trip to Miami. Sarah&#8217;s brother, Thomson, is doing [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My final Florida post. Wow, so many fun memories! Fun to relive it all. Sunday morning was spent packing up the camp and hauling luggage, kayaks, and campers to their various locations. Showers were much appreciated at the Paris home before the car was re-loaded for our trip to Miami. Sarah&#8217;s brother, Thomson, is doing butterfly research and had to collect caterpillars in an urban setting. What better time to do so than when you have three eager companions? Sarah, Taylor, Thomson, and I piled back into the suburban Sunday afternoon for a 6-hour drive to Miami. And our Miami adventure begins here:</p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">When we arrived in Miami, the temptation for ice cream was too great. Although we had already passed up this ice cream shop, we went out of our way to turn around and make our way back for a tasty treat. After many u-turns and much laughter, we pulled into the parking lot to discover that the shop was closed! This brought on a new bought of laughter and many jokes.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">After checking into the Hostel we were staying at, we made a trip to Walmart. What did we happen to find while out and about, but another ice cream shop! This time, we had more success&#8230;</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; "><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4041/4645134967_c669e89da0_o.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Goodmorning, Sunshine!</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Sarah poses in front of our Hostel</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Thomson headed out for a day of caterpillar hunting, while Sarah, Taylor, and I spent a few hours at the Miami Zoo.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">LOVED these trees. They were all over and so beautiful.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">The Amazon exhibit was by far my favorite. Unlike any other region, this section had music playing, misters also adding to the effect. It was <em>very</em> cool.</p>
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<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4062/4645142507_2e37bcc0f4_o.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">When we finished, Thomson was still about 30 minutes away. So, we sat down at a table near the zoo entrance and watched the birds.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Looks like fun, no?</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4023/4645762890_f8a5508df6_o.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Chipotle was the place chosen for lunch. On our way, we picked up a homeless man and took him with us. He was <em>hysterical</em>! Wish so badly we&#8217;d taken a picture with him. He had us in stitches throughout the whole meal. Definitely one of my favorite Miami memories!</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Pictures of Sarah and I in the car, where we spent the majority of our time together during my visit</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Welcome to Miami!</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">As the final hoorah of our trip, Sarah&#8217;s parents treated us to an evening of water skiing. Thank you, Paris Family! It was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. By the time we got logistics worked out and got out on the water, sunset was rapidly approaching. On our trip back into the marina, we were blessed with a breathtaking view of the setting Miami sun. I wish so badly that I&#8217;d had my camera. The sun setting over the city was truly spectacular. And I don&#8217;t even like cities! Alas, our adventure was truly to wonderful to describe.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Fruit smoothies complete our day. Thomson picked us up around 9:15 and we began our drive back to St. Augustine. Our trip was full of laughter and fun music. Getting back to Sarah&#8217;s house around 2:30 AM, we staggered into the house and climbed into bed. I was up at 7:00 for the next step of my journey: a flight to Texas. I couldn&#8217;t have dreamed up a more fun time in Florida if I had tried. Thanks so much to the Paris family for making my stay in Florida one to remember!! Next blog adventure? More Texas times!</p>
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		<title>Florida Trip: Treehouse Camping</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 May 2010 13:00:35 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Olivia</dc:creator>
		
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		<description><![CDATA[Yes, I really did experience it all during my trip to Florida. Friday, after enjoying another slow morning, we packed up and headed about an hour away for some treehouse camping with the St. Augustine youth group. It was extremely warm, but we had fun in-spite of the heat. The youth group is a fun [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yes, I really did experience it all during my trip to Florida. Friday, after enjoying another slow morning, we packed up and headed about an hour away for some treehouse camping with the St. Augustine youth group. It was <em>extremely</em> warm, but we had fun in-spite of the heat. The youth group is a fun bunch of kids. Here are some photos from our adventure:</p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Sarah and Decker enjoy the chill morning</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Remains from the previous nights fun&#8230;</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Loading the car!</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Getting cozy with the kayak</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3310/4648615061_b62354de93_b.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">It took Sarah and I both to pull this load in for Momma D. Talk about feeling like pack mules&#8230; <img src='http://www.olivialeighphotography.com/blog/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3333/4645124773_8cdfc63a3b_o.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">The all-important camping ingredient: ROOT BEER!!!</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4034/4645731604_11ae2e7d09_o.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">And no Sarah-Liv adventure is complete without Lime Chips!</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4038/4645120537_29d85b6c99_o.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Welcome to Tree House 7, temporary home of Sarah and Olivia</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Sabbath morning, we woke up before the rest of the group for some kayaking. It was gorgeous and oh so much fun! I didn&#8217;t want to risk taking my camera out on the water, and besides, sometimes you just have to enjoy the moment and forget about the pictures. Here is Sarah, eager to get out on the water:</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3369/4645740020_0ea0bf926e_o.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Sarah got tired of waiting for 7:00, the time we had agreed to meet Taylor and Thomson, and snuggled back up under her towel.</p>
<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4017/4645732470_53442bb50d_o.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">When we got back, everyone was up and about and it was time for breakfast. The kitchen crew got right to work, heating up griddles and mixing up pancake batter. Making pancakes was tons of fun!</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Loved this lid! So fun!</p>
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<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4014/4645121293_40f7d36212_o.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">After &#8220;breakfast,&#8221; the rest of the group headed out for their own kayaking adventure. Sarah and I indulged in showers, naps, and some reading time. Other than the stifling heat, my first treehouse camping experience was a good one.</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Final Florida post airs tomorrow!</p>
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		<title>Florida Trip: The Beach</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 30 May 2010 01:00:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The next day, we enjoyed a relaxed morning of devotions, exercise, and breakfast. Around 10:00, we piled beach gear into the Paris family suburban and headed out for some fun. After stopping at Target and a surf shop to pick up some more stuff, we drove onto the beautiful sands of St. Augustine Beach. Surf [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The next day, we enjoyed a relaxed morning of devotions, exercise, and breakfast. Around 10:00, we piled beach gear into the Paris family suburban and headed out for some fun. After stopping at Target and a surf shop to pick up some more stuff, we drove onto the beautiful sands of St. Augustine Beach. Surf boards were waxed, sunscreen slathered, beach umbrellas and chairs positioned, and surf instructions explained. Sarah and Taylor spent the morning trying to catch a wave, while I splashed through the salty water on a boogie board and played in the sand. It was exquisite. The sun was hot, the water was cold. Perfect combination. Nothing feels quite so good as laying on the hot sand right at the water line, allowing the water to rush over your body every few minutes. After a few hours, we all chilled under the umbrella before taking one last romp through the waves. That afternoon we enjoyed Grillers and relaxed. Sarah and I finished the evening with <em>Little Women</em> and ice cream. A record good day for the books.</p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">Sarah enjoying her devotions</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; "><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4046/4645082613_863205f2b6_o.jpg" alt="" /></p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Sarah squints as she follows Taylor&#8217;s surfing instructions</p>
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<p><img class="alignnone" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3399/4645075875_1dbb1ccdce_o.jpg" alt="" /></p>
<p style="text-align: center; ">If only it was as easy to surf in the <em>water</em>, right Sarah?</p>
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<p style="text-align: center; ">Cool story: Taylor lost his wallet while we were at the beach. We were all praying that he would find it, but after retracing all our steps, he still hadn&#8217;t found it. The next morning, he got a call from some people who had found it that morning <em>in the ocean</em>! How cool is that? God is so good! More fun pictures to come!!!</p>
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