<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117967952534341370</id><updated>2011-07-28T14:00:24.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Love &amp; Luck</title><subtitle type='html'>"With a little love and luck you will get by..." -Jimmy Buffett</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767180374771018160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117967952534341370.post-5036413272326431994</id><published>2010-06-04T15:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T21:37:31.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Blessed One Whom God Has Loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've wanted to get on this blog numerous times over the last few weeks to write about all that has happened. I've formed the words in my head a million times but never could get them from my head to my fingertips to type. I've wanted so badly to pour out all that was in my head into words on a page.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've been afraid of what would happen if I saw it all it print, afraid to let out all the words and feelings that have been safely tucked in my heart, afraid of how raw it would feel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I want to write it down&lt;/em&gt;, to have it in print, so that even when the rawness subsides, I will still remember.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, let's begin at the beginning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It all started on March 20.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was the day the pregnancy test turned &lt;em&gt;positive.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That Saturday morning, we were getting ready for our day and Billy said to me, "I think you should take a pregnancy test." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know I must have looked at him like he had gone a bit insane. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told him that even if I was pregnant, there was no way it would show positive because it was too early, but he continued to insist that I should, so eventually, I gave in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now my last experience with a positive pregnancy test was with Abby and when I took that test, the positive showed up&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;immediately. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, needless to say, that was exactly what I expected with this test.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I took the test.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Negative.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I yelled out of the bathroom to Billy and said "See? I told you it would be negative." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Yep. &lt;em&gt;Definitely&lt;/em&gt; negative.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wait a minute...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is that...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Is that another &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;line!?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It only took about 15 more seconds for me to change my response from, "See? I told you it would be negative" to "Hey Billy, maybe you should come in here..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I learned an important lesson that day:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pregnancy tests don't always show positive&lt;em&gt; immediately!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The test was indeed positive! And if that wasn't enough proof for us...so were the other 4 that I took over the next 2 days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We were having a baby!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next few weeks were pretty much what you would expect. The morning sickness begin pretty soon after finding out and it was SO BAD this time. I was sick with Abby but nothing compared to what it was like this time. There were days when it would take me half an hour to take a shower because I spent the first 25 minutes laying on the bathroom floor praying for the nausea to pass so that I wouldn't throw up once I got in.&lt;em&gt; (nice mental image, I know)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We weren't really planning on telling anyone until we got closer to the end of the first trimester, but I started showing REALLY early. I mean, I looked like I was four months along by the time I hit the 6 week mark. It was crazy! I had always heard that you showed earlier with subsequent pregnancies but this was ridiculous! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In hindsight, I believe God was at work, even in my rapidly growing belly.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Since we wanted to share our good news before my belly did, we decided it would be best to start talking sooner than later... so on Easter weekend, that's what we did. First we told Abby, then our families, and then we starting sharing with our friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The news was out!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could finally stop holding my breath to keep the button on my pants from popping off. Woohoo!! Bring on the elastic waistband pants!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything continued to go along as expected. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I continued to be sick, my belly continued to grow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did have an episode of cramping that bought me a trip to the doctor and an ultrasound. They found a very small subchrionic hemmorhage, but we were told that most of time these just reabsorb back into the body and cause no problem. Other than that, everything appeared fine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, I won't tell you that I wasn't worried about the hemmorhage...every parent worries when they hear anything is potentially wrong with regards to their child, no matter how big or small, but (with Billy's help) I tried to keep it all in prespective and assume that things would continue on just as they were supposed to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On April 19, we went in for our routine first trimester ultrasound. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got on the table, the ultrasound tech turned down the lights and got the machine ready and then, just as expected, there was our baby - right there on the screen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was a great moment.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But a moment was all it lasted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The ultrasound tech said she needed me to lay very still because she was having a hard time getting the heartrate to register...so I did. Then she pointed to the screen, and although I don't remember her exact words, they went something like this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"There it is. See that &lt;em&gt;really small&lt;/em&gt; movement right there? That's the heartbeat." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Then she told us the heart rate...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;55 beat per minute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I felt like someone laid a brick on my chest. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We were taken into the exam room to wait for the doctor. Billy &amp;amp; I were both in a bit of shock I think. First you worry that your baby might not survive, then you worry that your baby will survive but something will be horribly wrong with them. Then you go back to worrying that they won't survive...and so on and so on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the doctor came in, he told us that based on the heartbeat, the subchrionic hemmorhage and the slowed development rate (something else that was found on the ultrasound), things didn't look good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was about a 70% chance that this would end in a miscarriage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I remember very little about what happened after that. I think I just went numb. I just kept hearing his words over and over in my head...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;55 beats per minute...slowed development...70% chance...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;miscarriage&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We were scheduled for a followup ultrasound in one week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We started making phone calls, sending emails, everything we could think of asking people to pray. We knew that our God could perform a miracle and we asked everyone we knew to ask everyone they knew to pray for exactly that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We&lt;em&gt; needed&lt;/em&gt; that miracle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Friday, April 23, four days later, the cramping started. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was so intense...reminiscent of labor pains. We went back to the doctor and had another ultrasound to confirm what we already feared. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our baby had died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My doctor, my nurse, even the ultrasound tech all said the same things to us:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Usually when this happens early in a pregnancy, something went wrong at the very beginning. There may have been problems that would have only allowed your child to live for a short time after birth or have been incompatible with life altogether. Sometimes things just go wrong and this is the way that you are protected from that.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the time these were just words, they meant absolutely nothing to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, once again, looking back, I can see how God was working.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was scheduled for a D &amp;amp; C the following morning and was sent home with some pain medicine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There isn't a lot to say about that Friday night. I was so full of pain medicine that my senses were a bit dulled and other than a half hour of sobbing over the events that would be happening the next morning, I was just numb. I just sat and stared until I finally fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I had the D &amp;amp; C the next morning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's heartwrenching to come home from the hospital knowing that your baby is no longer growing within you and yet you have no baby to hold in your arms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There were NO words to describe it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I didn't talk to anyone except Billy for nearly three weeks. I just couldn't. I was experiencing a crushing grief that I just couldn't put into words. I found it best to just keep to myself and be quiet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I begged God to give me my baby back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I pleaded with Him. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"You are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;God! &lt;/span&gt;Just put my baby back. Just give him back to me. Please, please just give him back."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nothing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I became angry that God chose to take my baby, that He created this life inside me only to take it away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My conversations with God went from begging Him to give our baby back to angry outbursts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Why?? Why would You do this?? Why would You give me this child to love and never let me hold him, kiss him, cradle him?? WHY??"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was always met with the same response.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I did it to protect you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And I always had the same reply.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I DON'T CARE."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was angry...and, at that point, I really didn't care. All I wanted was my baby back, growing safely within me. I wanted to be the happy, glowing pregnant mom making plans for the nursery and picking out names...imagining what color our baby's hair would be &amp;amp; whether or not he would look like his sister. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wanted all that back and until God could give that to me, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I DID NOT CARE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This conversation with God was repeated many times during the course of the following weeks. I questioned God, He faithfully replied and I responded in anger...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Over and over and over again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two weeks after we lost our baby was Mother's Day. I asked Billy if we could just go away that weekend. I didn't want to be a part of all the hoopla. I told Billy that I didn't want to focus on Mother's Day this year, I just wanted to focus on our little family...so that's what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That weekend, Billy, Abby and I packed up and headed to the beach. We went to ocean, the pool, out to eat, to play putt-putt - we just enjoyed being together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was exaclty what we needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The last day we were there, I was alone getting ready and, once again, I found myself asking God the same question that I had repeated so many times before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Why?? Why did You let this happen?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And as faithfully as always,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I did it to protect you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I said earlier, I must have had this same conversation with God a thousand times over the last few weeks. I had screamed it at Him, sobbed, yelled...and everytime, every single time, He answered me with the same response.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That Monday morning was the first time I actually heard His answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"I DID IT TO PROTECT YOU."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time in over 2 weeks, I didn't yell back at God that I didn't care. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This time my response was different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It doesn't change the fact that my heart is broken into a million pieces, God...but Thank You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grief didn't just magically disappear at that point...there is part of me that still grieves today. But that day, that moment will forever be etched in my mind. That was the moment I finally heard the words that my Father had been faithfully speaking to me for the past few weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In my mind's eye, I could see myself finally placing my perfect, precious baby into the hands of God. No matter how much I wanted it to be different, I realized at that moment my baby was no longer mine to hold onto to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The hands that would forever hold my baby were the same hands that had been holding me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;He had been protecting me from the beginning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I believe that God made my belly grow quickly so that we would have no other choice but to share the news of this pregnancy with the people in our lives sooner than we planned. Because we told, our baby had the chance to be loved on this earth by more than just Billy &amp;amp; myself. From the moment they knew this child existed, our family &amp;amp; friends loved him. God also knew that we would need those same people to surround us and pray for us during our time of loss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, God was working through my growing belly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I realize that we will never really know here on earth if there were problems with our baby, but if what the doctors and nurses said was accurate and God took our baby because there was something horribly wrong that would have taken him from us shortly after birth or caused him to live a life of pain, then what better place for our child to rest than in the arms of God, where no pain can touch him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, God was working through the words that were spoken to me by my doctor &amp;amp; nurse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God hands had been working, He had been holding and protecting me right from the start.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was too early for us to find out the gender of our baby, so even though I referred to our baby as "he" throughout this entire post, we don't know for sure what the gender was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Billy &amp;amp; I both had this feeling we were probably having a boy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was important to us to give our child a name, because even though he was only here on earth for a short time, he &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;here&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was a life that existed and mattered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We named our baby Bennett Elidad Johnson. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It means "little blessed one whom God has loved", hence the title of this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Billy and I firmly believe that we are now the parents of 2 children, one who lives here on earth and one who lives with our Father in heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We know that, one day, we will see our sweet Bennett in heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There were so many moments, both good and bad, that I want to remember since the day that test came back positive. I wish that I had been able to write them down as they happened, because even now, it's hard to remember some of the details. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I couldn't write about it all before. I didn't want to see the thoughts in my head in words on a page. It would have been too real, too painful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And even now, almost 6 weeks later, it's still painful. In some ways, writing it is like reliving it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I want it written down.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We don't have albums full of pictures or hundreds of stories about Bennett's life, we just have a handful of memories...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the positive pregnancy tests, the joy of sharing our news with friends &amp;amp; family, the ultrasounds, the moment we realized he was gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our baby mattered to us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He existed even though there is nothing on this earth (with the exception of an ultrasound picture) to show it. All that's left is what we will remember. The proof of his life only exists in the memories we share. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, I want it written down...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In remembrance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117967952534341370-5036413272326431994?l=alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/feeds/5036413272326431994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117967952534341370&amp;postID=5036413272326431994' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/5036413272326431994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/5036413272326431994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-blessed-one-whom-god-has-loved.html' title='The Little Blessed One Whom God Has Loved'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767180374771018160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117967952534341370.post-8088597865844386324</id><published>2010-03-12T08:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T08:44:36.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Ready For The Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have a busy weekend ahead, so today we are headed out to do all the errands that we won't have time for this weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, as you know, nothing spells S-U-C-C-E-S-S like trying to cram two days worth of chores and errands into one morning...with a 3 year old in tow. &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I shuttered a little as I typed that.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Assuming I survive today, here's what we have going on this weekend: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447508358709554434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/S5lv_XfarQI/AAAAAAAAAgc/b0ezuT0e2RU/s200/centre_logo.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tonight, Abby has her first meeting with a tennis pro at a local raquet club to see if she is ready to get enrolled in tennis classes. She's excited about it but her daddy is...well, let's just say he's already talking about the strawberries at Wimbledon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447508974815333762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/S5lwjOqezYI/AAAAAAAAAgk/FcoabUEYgc0/s200/hm_george_1.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Tomorrow morning we are off to see &lt;em&gt;Curious George Live&lt;/em&gt;. We bought these tickets a few months back when Abby was watching Curious George just about every day. A few weeks ago, when I asked if she wanted to watch a Curious George show, Abby informed me that she "didn't like to watch Curious George anymore". Here's hoping she rekindles her love for George before tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447484555284826754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/S5laV00tyoI/AAAAAAAAAgE/XAasxG0MC24/s320/ECAWHPZB4CA8AZA7ICA4YAALGCA2BK60ICAOXNA1BCAEVJQWLCA9UY159CAGPBB7GCA5UPVINCAIER55ACA0KM9R5CAXCDPONCAWFFRFXCA4ZEF14CAV3I776CAK6AZB4CAR33E9CCAEBP6I2CASPWS8N.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And Sunday, Billy is going a be a judge in our neighborhood's 1st chili cook-off.&lt;br /&gt;(which reminds me I need to pick up antacid while I'm out...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We have lots to get ready for, so we're off to start our day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have a Great Weekend!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;(Images above from: Wimbledon, PBS Kids &amp;amp; McCormick)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117967952534341370-8088597865844386324?l=alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/feeds/8088597865844386324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117967952534341370&amp;postID=8088597865844386324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/8088597865844386324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/8088597865844386324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-ready-for-weekend.html' title='Getting Ready For The Weekend'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767180374771018160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/S5lv_XfarQI/AAAAAAAAAgc/b0ezuT0e2RU/s72-c/centre_logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117967952534341370.post-1489692014432021008</id><published>2010-03-11T11:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T11:53:00.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday (on Thursday)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/S5kfCsg6tfI/AAAAAAAAAfc/TgrJz_eBKpY/s1600-h/Picture+403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447419355450750450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/S5kfCsg6tfI/AAAAAAAAAfc/TgrJz_eBKpY/s400/Picture+403.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/S5kfCKTEMPI/AAAAAAAAAfU/IVp3VeB0FpU/s1600-h/Picture+381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447419346265846002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/S5kfCKTEMPI/AAAAAAAAAfU/IVp3VeB0FpU/s400/Picture+381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/S5kfBtrMtKI/AAAAAAAAAfM/eNqm7hLDgzY/s1600-h/Picture+370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447419338582439074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/S5kfBtrMtKI/AAAAAAAAAfM/eNqm7hLDgzY/s400/Picture+370.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/S5kfBeAoqvI/AAAAAAAAAfE/MHH4A7xzUkE/s1600-h/Picture+341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447419334377384690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/S5kfBeAoqvI/AAAAAAAAAfE/MHH4A7xzUkE/s400/Picture+341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/S5kfBAenLvI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Q-0ok6iTsLY/s1600-h/Picture+330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447419326450052850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/S5kfBAenLvI/AAAAAAAAAe8/Q-0ok6iTsLY/s400/Picture+330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117967952534341370-1489692014432021008?l=alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/feeds/1489692014432021008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117967952534341370&amp;postID=1489692014432021008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/1489692014432021008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/1489692014432021008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/2010/03/wordless-wednesday-on-thursday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday (on Thursday)'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767180374771018160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/S5kfCsg6tfI/AAAAAAAAAfc/TgrJz_eBKpY/s72-c/Picture+403.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117967952534341370.post-4830745535561847439</id><published>2010-03-09T11:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:20:33.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing Back the 80s</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/S5Z0FRCOG7I/AAAAAAAAAew/nQGzToN0e-Y/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446668433172077490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 382px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/S5Z0FRCOG7I/AAAAAAAAAew/nQGzToN0e-Y/s400/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went a little retro today and decided to break out the hand-me-down &lt;em&gt;Jordache &lt;/em&gt;denim jacket. Abby LOVED it! I think I may have unintentionally created a love for 80s fashion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this afternoon we'll go out in search of a hair crimper, blue eyeshadow and leg warmers to complete the outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117967952534341370-4830745535561847439?l=alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/feeds/4830745535561847439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117967952534341370&amp;postID=4830745535561847439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/4830745535561847439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/4830745535561847439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/2010/03/bringing-back-80s.html' title='Bringing Back the 80s'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767180374771018160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/S5Z0FRCOG7I/AAAAAAAAAew/nQGzToN0e-Y/s72-c/Picture+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117967952534341370.post-4605438476823573251</id><published>2010-03-08T14:47:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:25:39.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It always seems that no matter how together my house is on Friday night, by Monday morning it looks as though a tornado has run through it. Clutter has a way of making me a little crazy, so Mondays are usually spent reclaiming the house that lives somewhere under the chaos. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I spend today moving from room to room picking up stray toys, putting away shoes and folding yet another load of laundry, I am daydreaming of a house that looks like this, even on a Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446354689959851714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 325px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 325px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/S5VWvAfW9sI/AAAAAAAAAeg/4WYVEddSiIg/s400/family-room1-fb.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from Good Housekeeping &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Have a great Monday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117967952534341370-4605438476823573251?l=alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/feeds/4605438476823573251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117967952534341370&amp;postID=4605438476823573251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/4605438476823573251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/4605438476823573251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/2010/03/monday-monday.html' title='Monday, Monday'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767180374771018160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/S5VWvAfW9sI/AAAAAAAAAeg/4WYVEddSiIg/s72-c/family-room1-fb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117967952534341370.post-8031929656478491234</id><published>2010-03-07T22:25:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T17:33:57.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Needs A Little Time Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So we took ours...and now we're back!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In that time, we've gone from here (March 2009)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446107107884715890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/S5R1j1Yyz3I/AAAAAAAAAd4/s71BntmHR4Q/s400/006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to here (February 2010)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446104066589282242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/S5RyyzrdT8I/AAAAAAAAAdo/65LseiETEdM/s400/Picture+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Although, I could fill pages with all that has happened over the past year, I'm going to try to sum it up in a few words:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Happy,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Healthy,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ready to take on the next adventure!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117967952534341370-8031929656478491234?l=alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/feeds/8031929656478491234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117967952534341370&amp;postID=8031929656478491234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/8031929656478491234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/8031929656478491234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/2010/03/everybody-needs-little-time-away.html' title='Everybody Needs A Little Time Away'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767180374771018160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/S5R1j1Yyz3I/AAAAAAAAAd4/s71BntmHR4Q/s72-c/006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117967952534341370.post-8353924376210725020</id><published>2009-03-25T13:05:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T02:12:03.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Rainy Day Here...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but as you can see, Abby doesn't mind!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317173068212003426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/Scpku-QM4mI/AAAAAAAAAZY/2ard890IWKs/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We headed out to a local mall for a fun morning of playing, walking &amp;amp; riding the carousel.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317173535947468818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/ScplKMtBsBI/AAAAAAAAAZw/WGMoRn6Lmjs/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We even splurged and had a special lunch of chicken nuggets &amp;amp; french fries while we were out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now that we're home, I'm hoping walking + playing + yummy fried food + rainy day = VERY LONG NAP!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117967952534341370-8353924376210725020?l=alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/feeds/8353924376210725020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117967952534341370&amp;postID=8353924376210725020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/8353924376210725020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/8353924376210725020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-rainy-day-here.html' title='It&apos;s A Rainy Day Here...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767180374771018160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/Scpku-QM4mI/AAAAAAAAAZY/2ard890IWKs/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117967952534341370.post-3887581856536524487</id><published>2009-03-24T20:58:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T18:57:34.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Try This Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes, I know...I have been a VERY BAD BLOGGER. I don't even know if I can truly call myself a "blogger" anymore given how long it's been since I have posted.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am going to give it another go and try to keep this blog current AND I want the 2 of you who actually read this to hold me accountable. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alright, let's get started, shall we? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In November, we decided that, given the current economy, we should stay put in our house, so we took it off the market. Since then, we have been doing a lot of redecorating/reorganizing to make the space we have more functional. It's been slow going, but things are starting to come together. I will post pictures once they do...though it may be awhile. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;We did quite a bit of traveling over the holidays. We spent Thanksgiving in Asheville, NC. Abby had lots of fun playing with her cousins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316933341953226210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/ScmKtEWNdeI/AAAAAAAAAXA/a6Uf2NgYXtI/s320/015+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316933352296140418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/ScmKtq4JzoI/AAAAAAAAAXI/KPrK418l9nY/s320/073+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't you wonder what they're talking about? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For Christmas, we drove to Lady Lake, FL. As you can see from the pictures, Abby took advantage of the warmer temperatures and played some golf...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316936042145829906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/ScmNKPWS1BI/AAAAAAAAAYY/MjoTPHbOxsY/s320/411.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316936028940374066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/ScmNJeJ3kDI/AAAAAAAAAYI/cbUIh7fSkcM/s320/373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316944298213273090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/ScmUqzmKbgI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/lbFDeOuUzuo/s320/397.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;To break up the trip home from Florida, we spent a night in Hilton Head, SC. It was Abby's first time to the ocean and she LOVED it! She still talks about it to this day! I believe we have a beach baby on our hands (which would explain her distaste for shoes during the first 13 months of her life...she was meant to feel the sand between her toes!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316934242114240610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/ScmLhdtUgGI/AAAAAAAAAXY/_6hpJhhxfI0/s320/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316934257058139794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/ScmLiVYOTpI/AAAAAAAAAX4/N2GIvQAT2l4/s320/081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316934248027979698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/ScmLhzvQ_7I/AAAAAAAAAXg/C0jztuPnwj0/s320/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316934251590433346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/ScmLiBAnukI/AAAAAAAAAXo/71TG5kZwQ0Q/s320/070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316934665018296242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/ScmL6FJgR7I/AAAAAAAAAYA/AaUAz0nZHqk/s320/133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316934256806246466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/ScmLiUcKuEI/AAAAAAAAAXw/D-aipqnXguY/s320/074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;January &amp;amp; February were pretty quiet months which was good -- we needed rest from all the traveling in November &amp;amp; December. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In March, Abby got to see SNOW for the first time (we had a little bit in February, but I don't really count that since there was barely enough to play in AND Abby was too sick to play anyway). We got quite a bit and had a ball playing outside in it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316937557025415922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/ScmOiatu4vI/AAAAAAAAAYo/WoLp81rqE8Q/s320/129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316937568652893474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/ScmOjGB8HSI/AAAAAAAAAYw/jTQPQI0wH8s/s320/148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316937549321369762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/ScmOh-A8eKI/AAAAAAAAAYg/4cJCG8UweXA/s320/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316937569418336946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/ScmOjI4b2rI/AAAAAAAAAY4/77MR62NFdeY/s320/169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;And last but certainly not least, Abby became a GUITAR HERO!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316938063551752402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/ScmO_5rBaNI/AAAAAAAAAZI/fHg8qBfZOfA/s320/007+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Whew, I think that about sums it up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will leave you with my ABSOLUTE FAVORITE picture of Abby from the last 5 months.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316938059336781730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/ScmO_p-GD6I/AAAAAAAAAZA/W0Pmr0ARAfY/s320/AbbyGrace.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Be back soon...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117967952534341370-3887581856536524487?l=alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/feeds/3887581856536524487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117967952534341370&amp;postID=3887581856536524487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/3887581856536524487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/3887581856536524487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/2009/03/lets-try-this-again.html' title='Let&apos;s Try This Again'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767180374771018160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/ScmKtEWNdeI/AAAAAAAAAXA/a6Uf2NgYXtI/s72-c/015+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117967952534341370.post-1184890675160577619</id><published>2008-10-28T20:41:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T22:47:49.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today we celebrated Abby's 2nd birthday! Can you believe she's already two? Oh, how the time flies!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lately, all we hear about around here is Dora (the Explorer) and Elbow (or Elmo, as most people know him), so we thought it most fitting that Abby have a Dora AND Elmo balloon to greet her when she came down for breakfast.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262380274349233202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SQe6-m2b1DI/AAAAAAAAAS4/LZgLAstd9js/s320/097.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;It case you couldn't tell...she was THRILLED!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a fun morning of Mother's Morning Out (where she got to have cookies in celebration of her birthday) and an afternoon nap, it was time for presents!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262380292653967874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SQe6_rCn6gI/AAAAAAAAATI/YpMuvZ3cIfs/s320/127.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Again...THRILLED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, sort of thrilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She was super excited when she saw the presents on the table and when she got to sit next to them to have her picture taken. She loved pointing to the pictures on the wrapping paper and naming what she saw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She was on cloud nine...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until we actually attempted to get her to OPEN them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In true "Type A" form, she wanted nothing to do with any of these items being moved from where they had originally been placed. The actual touching and (gasp!) moving of the gifts was just about more than she could stand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We tried repeatedly to coax her into opening the packages...even to the point of giving away what was inside, for example, "Abby, let's tear the paper off...I bet there is a Dora/Elmo inside!" (cue Mommy &amp;amp; Daddy doing muffled Dora/Elmo impressions ~ you know, to make the idea of Dora/Elmo being inside more believable).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;She wasn't buying it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eventually, it came to tears.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Abby was crying because she couldn't understand why we were harassing her with this nonsense about "moving" and "opening" her perfectly arranged packages...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;and Billy and I were crying because when you laugh so hard that you can't catch your breath, you cry...and needless to say, we were laughing THAT hard!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;It had to be the first time in children's birthday party history that there were tears because the birthday girl DID NOT want to open her gifts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;(It was at this point that Billy and I both agreed it was probably a good thing we didn't have a big party with lots of attendees. There would have be a lot of sitting around watching Abby watch her presents...)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eventually, we did talk her into opening her gifts. The tears subsided and once again, Abby was thrilled with all the Dora and Elmo goodies that surrounded her!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262391145928899074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SQfE3apAugI/AAAAAAAAATo/BZ4nIQD8ZbM/s200/132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262391150979680834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SQfE3tdNikI/AAAAAAAAATw/MhBE8mrYxnI/s200/133.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whew...birthday salvaged! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy 2nd Birthday Abby!! We love you!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dear Abby,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is hard to believe that just 2 short years ago, we first held you in our arms and fell head over heels in love with you. We thought our hearts couldn't hold any more love, yet with each passing day, we fall more and more in love with who you are. When we look at you we see God's amazing handiwork...and it takes our breath away!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;October 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262383746744735794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SQe-IuiCWDI/AAAAAAAAATQ/D1jJOiIUDbA/s200/DSC_1548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;October 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262383751751839746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SQe-JBL0sAI/AAAAAAAAATY/69ICNkOPTOY/s200/172.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;October 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262383762112202258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SQe-Jnx7RhI/AAAAAAAAATg/Ah-vxysHoFE/s200/106.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My, how you have grown! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We can hardly wait to see what the next year holds!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy 2nd Birthday, Sweet Girl! We love you so very much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mommy and Daddy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117967952534341370-1184890675160577619?l=alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/feeds/1184890675160577619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117967952534341370&amp;postID=1184890675160577619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/1184890675160577619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/1184890675160577619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-2nd-birthday.html' title='Happy 2nd Birthday!!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767180374771018160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SQe6-m2b1DI/AAAAAAAAAS4/LZgLAstd9js/s72-c/097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117967952534341370.post-9103780959774188138</id><published>2008-09-10T22:15:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:20:40.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Do You Think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Abby started back to Mother's Morning Out last week and we, of course, took a couple of pictures of her just before we went into her class on the first day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are a few of them...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244582284430074354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SMh_zPrC4fI/AAAAAAAAASo/dwmS4GxUoWE/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244582289802602514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SMh_zjr9KBI/AAAAAAAAASw/TZ2ftaG1MJQ/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay, now is it just me or does it look like Abby is "laying hands" on our car?&lt;/em&gt; (and, yes, that is a bible in her right hand). Too bad I don't have any audio of her saying "Be healed!" to play in the background.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a way to remember her first day of school...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117967952534341370-9103780959774188138?l=alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/feeds/9103780959774188138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117967952534341370&amp;postID=9103780959774188138' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/9103780959774188138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/9103780959774188138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-do-you-think.html' title='What Do You Think?'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767180374771018160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SMh_zPrC4fI/AAAAAAAAASo/dwmS4GxUoWE/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117967952534341370.post-2828743155800296168</id><published>2008-09-10T21:20:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:22:45.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wiggles ~ August 24</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few weeks back, Billy, Abby &amp;amp; I went to see THE WIGGLES live in concert...and yes, I was &lt;em&gt;as thrilled as&lt;/em&gt; my daughter (if not more so). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For those of you not familiar (is that possible?), here are a couple pictures of The Wiggles from their concert:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244568259984543586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SMhzC6iqz2I/AAAAAAAAARo/lJ8zyTh2G0s/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SMhzDBD7Y8I/AAAAAAAAARw/yyZU3ZqEQmA/s1600-h/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244568261734654914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SMhzDBD7Y8I/AAAAAAAAARw/yyZU3ZqEQmA/s320/071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;And here is Abby with her date for the evening, Lucas: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244568268825020274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SMhzDbeZx3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/rpTtsmKzoqU/s320/126.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;They had an absolute blast ~ dancing and singing ~ it was so much fun &lt;em&gt;to watch them&lt;/em&gt; as they watched the show!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SMhzDiWomYI/AAAAAAAAASA/THmxTBEC5_k/s1600-h/221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244568270671485314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SMhzDiWomYI/AAAAAAAAASA/THmxTBEC5_k/s320/221.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is Abby on the way home from the concert sporting her Captain Feathersword pirate hat &amp;amp; sword (made, appropriately, of feathers). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244568277454970818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SMhzD7n8X8I/AAAAAAAAASI/XltjtsqM3-E/s320/276.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;No girly souvenirs for this one, she went straight for the pirate gear...made her daddy proud! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117967952534341370-2828743155800296168?l=alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/feeds/2828743155800296168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117967952534341370&amp;postID=2828743155800296168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/2828743155800296168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/2828743155800296168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/2008/09/wiggles-august-24.html' title='The Wiggles ~ August 24'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767180374771018160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SMhzC6iqz2I/AAAAAAAAARo/lJ8zyTh2G0s/s72-c/035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117967952534341370.post-7601142825512295516</id><published>2008-08-22T22:04:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T22:02:56.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun In The Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Although it is definitely still summer here, the past few days haven't been unbearably hot, so we have taken full advantage and spent lots of time outside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;For the first time this summer, we pulled out Abby's little swimming pool so she could enjoy the water. She decided that she enjoyed using the hose to fill it up much more than actually getting in and playing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237529389854256434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SK9xOv7ubTI/AAAAAAAAAQw/YmCoNVtGju0/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237530077623462242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SK9x2yErqWI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/wALZeG4cNDE/s320/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was only after Daddy got in and she realized she could aim the hose directly at him that actually getting &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; the pool was fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237534137895458834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SK91jHw9mBI/AAAAAAAAARA/U-UAFXhXGFs/s320/073.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We have also enjoy lots of nieghborhood walks the past few days. Here is a picture Billy took from his office window as we were walking by. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237538245106539298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SK95SMUZGyI/AAAAAAAAARY/Gl9Poz__-7Y/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;As soon as I told Abby that Daddy was taking her picture she leaned over, put her arm around my neck and smiled for the picture...made my heart melt!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117967952534341370-7601142825512295516?l=alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/feeds/7601142825512295516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117967952534341370&amp;postID=7601142825512295516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/7601142825512295516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/7601142825512295516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-in-sun.html' title='Fun In The Sun'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767180374771018160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SK9xOv7ubTI/AAAAAAAAAQw/YmCoNVtGju0/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117967952534341370.post-5578565573194112967</id><published>2008-08-20T13:22:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:48:15.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Catch Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whew! It has been a VERY BUSY couple of weeks! So much has happened since my last post!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the beginning of August, we traveled down to Florida to visit with Abby's Great Grandma &amp;amp; Granddad (my grandparents). We had not been down to Florida since last summer, so Abby had changed a lot since her Great Grandparents had seen her last!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Abby with her Great Grandparents...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236655300296516610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SKxWQClXJAI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WmDuUaiAoVM/s320/076.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Abby's Grammy &amp;amp; Grandpa (my stepmom and dad) also came down to visit. We had such a good time on our trip...it was so nice to have to whole family together!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236654009462528562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SKxVE52jmjI/AAAAAAAAAQI/pnVfMN8PJJE/s320/074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a couple more of our favorites from the trip... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236657388227982530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SKxYJkvA9MI/AAAAAAAAAQg/hr15oj53rxU/s320/119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236657398216322914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SKxYKJ8a72I/AAAAAAAAAQo/_FemA9YpDTQ/s320/120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Two days after we returned home, we met with our realtor to get our house on the market. Needless to say, it has been a whirlwind of cleaning, packing &amp;amp; staging to get the house ready to sell. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our house is now officially on the market, so if you know of anyone looking, feel free to send them our way! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237758282288746034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SLBBaCsuTjI/AAAAAAAAARg/wSs39lzYQ-Y/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117967952534341370-5578565573194112967?l=alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/feeds/5578565573194112967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117967952534341370&amp;postID=5578565573194112967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/5578565573194112967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/5578565573194112967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/2008/08/time-to-catch-up.html' title='Time To Catch Up'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767180374771018160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SKxWQClXJAI/AAAAAAAAAQY/WmDuUaiAoVM/s72-c/076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117967952534341370.post-2345408971590060493</id><published>2008-07-28T12:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:54:13.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's me! I accept the title without any argument! I can't believe it's been 3 WEEKS since I last posted...what a slacker! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;My excuse is that we have been super busy house hunting. We recently decided that we are outgrowing our little house and we need more space, so the seach for a new home has begun. It has been both exciting and exhausting, but above all, VERY TIME CONSUMING.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I promise to post more pictures soon. Until then, I will leave you all with this smiling face...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228110103614274402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SI36cISPO2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/_EMyrcyXp4I/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117967952534341370-2345408971590060493?l=alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/feeds/2345408971590060493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117967952534341370&amp;postID=2345408971590060493' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/2345408971590060493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/2345408971590060493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/2008/07/bad-blogger.html' title='Bad Blogger'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767180374771018160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SI36cISPO2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/_EMyrcyXp4I/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117967952534341370.post-3479603113721122034</id><published>2008-07-04T12:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:54:13.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;p&gt;We tried to get some really good pictures of Abby in her cute 4th of July dress, but she was too busy to stop &amp;amp; pose!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;We did manage to snag a couple of quick shots though!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219191636842274674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SG5LJCisX3I/AAAAAAAAAP4/1Roqj6kTzbY/s400/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SG5K61hICEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/JGm2uMKJ3pI/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219191392827869250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SG5K61hICEI/AAAAAAAAAPo/JGm2uMKJ3pI/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Have a wonderful 4th of July!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117967952534341370-3479603113721122034?l=alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/feeds/3479603113721122034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117967952534341370&amp;postID=3479603113721122034' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/3479603113721122034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/3479603113721122034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July!!'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767180374771018160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SG5LJCisX3I/AAAAAAAAAP4/1Roqj6kTzbY/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117967952534341370.post-7558374187306122803</id><published>2008-06-30T20:14:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:49:33.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They Say Everyone Has A Twin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And today, Abby ran into hers at the doctor's office.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217835967632946866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SGl6KtMEtrI/AAAAAAAAAPA/dj6w4_JXWyg/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217835975848490210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SGl6LLyz9OI/AAAAAAAAAPI/amaavYtz1yM/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had to wait for almost an hour before we saw the doctor today, but between this mirror, a portable dvd player &amp;amp; a supply of "The Wiggles" dvds, Abby was in great spirits the entire time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117967952534341370-7558374187306122803?l=alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/feeds/7558374187306122803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117967952534341370&amp;postID=7558374187306122803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/7558374187306122803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/7558374187306122803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/2008/06/they-say-everyone-has-twin.html' title='They Say Everyone Has A Twin...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767180374771018160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SGl6KtMEtrI/AAAAAAAAAPA/dj6w4_JXWyg/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117967952534341370.post-4473029580680217742</id><published>2008-06-29T22:13:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:54:15.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Play</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;This afternoon, we headed out to the &lt;a href="http://www.ci.kannapolis.nc.us/downloads/ParksRec/Village_Park_Splash_Pad_details.pdf"&gt;Village Park Splash Pad&lt;/a&gt; in Kannapolis for some fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217494305340546034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SGhDbV9yW_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/V21IZvq9h8E/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Abby had a great time running through the fountains...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217494316360161586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SGhDb_BEWTI/AAAAAAAAAN8/SqDT6HF8E10/s320/067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;And having water fights with her Daddy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217494722803791826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SGhDzpIx99I/AAAAAAAAAOM/3zFE32lDCRI/s320/084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But this was, by far, her favorite part of the Splash Pad...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217494320737752690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SGhDcPUxFnI/AAAAAAAAAOE/t20Z7zeAe5o/s320/076.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;She would stand underneath the buckets shouting "Go, Go". &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And GO they did!!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217494741444683970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SGhD0ulHaMI/AAAAAAAAAOU/MEqRGMr3DiE/s320/112.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217497339767357442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SGhGL-FhAAI/AAAAAAAAAOk/xrlCY0nT19E/s320/104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had a great time playing in the water!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217494303259906514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SGhDbONuUdI/AAAAAAAAANs/WqkM517bxkg/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117967952534341370-4473029580680217742?l=alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/feeds/4473029580680217742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117967952534341370&amp;postID=4473029580680217742' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/4473029580680217742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/4473029580680217742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/2008/06/water-play.html' title='Water Play'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767180374771018160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SGhDbV9yW_I/AAAAAAAAAN0/V21IZvq9h8E/s72-c/036.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117967952534341370.post-8601927979140881122</id><published>2008-06-28T21:49:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:50:15.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Auntie Tashaa' Comes To Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SGbvIi5RWPI/AAAAAAAAANc/uTqRCT3MEjQ/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217120148440307954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SGbvIi5RWPI/AAAAAAAAANc/uTqRCT3MEjQ/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Today, Auntie Tashaa' (my very best girlfriend from college) came for a visit. It has been a little while since Abby has been able to hang out with her Auntie, but as you can see from the picture, she warmed right up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had such a great time visiting &amp;amp; catching up...we ALWAYS have fun when Auntie Tashaa' is around!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can't you tell by the smiles...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217119879330527698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SGbu44Yf-dI/AAAAAAAAANE/GgNS0ts8BBc/s200/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217119905768801954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SGbu6a34BqI/AAAAAAAAANM/yG0dM6IFdXo/s200/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;We love you Tashaa' &amp;amp; hope to get to visit with you again very soon!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117967952534341370-8601927979140881122?l=alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/feeds/8601927979140881122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117967952534341370&amp;postID=8601927979140881122' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/8601927979140881122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/8601927979140881122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/2008/06/auntie-tashaa-comes-to-visit.html' title='Auntie Tashaa&apos; Comes To Visit'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767180374771018160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SGbvIi5RWPI/AAAAAAAAANc/uTqRCT3MEjQ/s72-c/035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117967952534341370.post-6110997889839861846</id><published>2008-06-26T21:50:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:50:59.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Day At The Office...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hard At Work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SGRIcJ_BHmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/BXMqYfF-qPA/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216373916955647586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SGRIcJ_BHmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/BXMqYfF-qPA/s320/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; Abby has become facinated by our computer. Whenever she sees me on it, she comes running! She loves to sit in the chair, move the mouse &amp;amp; watch the cursor go all over the screen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's funny now, but it's going to be sad when I'm going to her for computer help! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117967952534341370-6110997889839861846?l=alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/feeds/6110997889839861846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117967952534341370&amp;postID=6110997889839861846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/6110997889839861846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/6110997889839861846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-another-day-at-office.html' title='Just Another Day At The Office...'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767180374771018160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SGRIcJ_BHmI/AAAAAAAAAMM/BXMqYfF-qPA/s72-c/055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117967952534341370.post-6786653641357774909</id><published>2008-06-24T21:07:00.025-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:52:21.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Asheville, NC &amp; Washington, DC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Father's Day weekend, we headed to Asheville, NC for Billy's Great Aunt's 90th birthday celebration. We had a great time visting with family that we don't get to see often enough!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Friday afternoon, Abby got to spend some time with Grandmother &amp;amp; Papaw before everyone arrived.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215623074894193778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SGGdjZVmJHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/dJYEGlDrpFo/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By Friday night, all of the family was there. Abby has a cousin, Conner, who lives in Oklahoma and is just 3 weeks younger than she is. They met for the first time during this weekend. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215623246836413026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SGGdtZ30MmI/AAAAAAAAAIU/SdND7fiiY-s/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Needless to say, they hit is off from the start! Too cute!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the birthday celebration on Saturday, we all spent the rest of the day at the family cabin playing, visiting &amp;amp; of course, eating. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a picture of Abby with her Uncle Donny...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215623552207744722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SGGd_LeA7tI/AAAAAAAAAIc/JmZ1eAhhSIw/s320/094.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And one of Abby with her Aunt Donna, Uncle Ralph &amp;amp; Papaw... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215627319883366626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SGGhafJ4gOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/yWnrmMYrwzI/s320/112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Abby went out &amp;amp; found each person in this picture, took their hand and led them to these steps. She then patted where she wanted them to sit. Once she had "gathered" all her people, she sat down and waited for the picture to be taken. Only a year &amp;amp; a half and already taking charge! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Sunday (Father's Day), we packed up the car and headed for Washington, DC to visit with Granddad &amp;amp; Grammy. We spent the week visiting &amp;amp; doing some sightseeing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Abby has recently become facinated with airplanes (just like her Daddy) so we took her into the &lt;a href="http://www.nasm.si.edu/"&gt;Smithsonian Air &amp;amp; Space Museum &lt;/a&gt;to show her all the planes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is Abby listening to one of the tour guides...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215637779237473458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SGGq7TSOjLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vq_NN6uS9d8/s320/301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And then riding the Carousel on the Washington Mall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215637172725269282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SGGqX_2cwyI/AAAAAAAAAIs/TxECUBQftwI/s320/324.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;On our way back home to North Carolina, we took a little detour and visited the &lt;a href="http://www.naturalbridgeva.com/"&gt;Natural Bridge&lt;/a&gt;. It was pretty incredible to see!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215641120280456402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SGGt9xo8rNI/AAAAAAAAAI8/8xt7OGlHS6w/s320/379.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;We were completely exhausted by the time we returned home to Concord this past Sunday, but the exhaustion was totally worth it. Our little family had a GREAT time (and made some pretty cool memories) while we were away!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215643952266429458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SGGwinnBRBI/AAAAAAAAAJM/0pOzDJ-BlYA/s320/375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117967952534341370-6786653641357774909?l=alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/feeds/6786653641357774909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117967952534341370&amp;postID=6786653641357774909' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/6786653641357774909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/6786653641357774909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-whirlwind-trip-asheville-nc.html' title='Asheville, NC &amp; Washington, DC'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767180374771018160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SGGdjZVmJHI/AAAAAAAAAIM/dJYEGlDrpFo/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117967952534341370.post-6140935713776796604</id><published>2008-06-10T14:26:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T13:54:03.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out Visiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;This past Sunday, we headed out to spend some time with Aunt Faye, Uncle Jim &amp;amp; Cousins Jenny and Danny in Clemmons, NC. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a delicious lunch (Thanks Jenny!!) and then spent the rest of the afternoon visiting, catching up &amp;amp; eating homemade ice cream...YUM!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210322487231215042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SE7IslildcI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KNq6PnYAg2w/s320/P1000631.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Abby made quick friends with Jenny &amp;amp; Danny's "pet dog" ~ Higgins.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210324755904666754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SE7KwpAfHII/AAAAAAAAAHo/RdKQuneP52U/s320/P1000627_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jenny had an exercise ball that Abby had a blast playing with. She rolled it ALL OVER the house. She also enjoyed sitting on top of it and being bounced...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210323506590756498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SE7Jn681rpI/AAAAAAAAAHg/xjaLJsLX5_I/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The end of our visit came too quickly and it was time to head for home. Here's Abby getting ready to leave...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210325553938030402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SE7LfF6d30I/AAAAAAAAAHw/l6heVzL0hvY/s320/P1000632_edited.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OOPS! I think we have the wrong shoes!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thanks so much, Jenny &amp;amp; Danny, for having us! We had a GREAT time!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117967952534341370-6140935713776796604?l=alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/feeds/6140935713776796604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117967952534341370&amp;postID=6140935713776796604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/6140935713776796604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/6140935713776796604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/2008/06/out-visiting.html' title='Out Visiting'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767180374771018160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SE7IslildcI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KNq6PnYAg2w/s72-c/P1000631.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117967952534341370.post-1860095895537975569</id><published>2008-05-30T21:57:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:54:21.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day Activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had rain this week ~ GOOD because we are in desperate need of it here, but BAD because it means staying mostly indoors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We spent some time watching the rain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210319421503000338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SE7F6I0BTxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/wkBmeh7ksd8/s320/026+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Did a little Horse Back Riding...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210320308206864530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SE7GtwCsiJI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ie1tHPLCHp0/s320/038+(3).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;And, of course, our most favorite indoor activity...Eating.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206361082888236690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SEC10gX4rpI/AAAAAAAAAGo/iy96NWR0ghQ/s320/060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On Thursday night, we went to see Brandon (Abby's cousin) perform in his spring band concert. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206361658413854370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SEC2WAX4rqI/AAAAAAAAAGw/6sy1H34gADs/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Abby had a great time! She got so excited when she saw her cousin up on stage...she would wave and clap to get his attention. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After the concert, we all went out to eat and Abby took full advantage of Brandon's french fries being within arms reach.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206362710680841906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SEC3TQX4rrI/AAAAAAAAAG4/pRRMzjrP2dY/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206363397875609282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SEC37QX4rsI/AAAAAAAAAHA/4k1eCuAWnFs/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Abby had so much fun getting to hang out with her cousin. She definitely LOVES her Brandon! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117967952534341370-1860095895537975569?l=alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/feeds/1860095895537975569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117967952534341370&amp;postID=1860095895537975569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/1860095895537975569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/1860095895537975569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/2008/05/busy-busy.html' title='Rainy Day Activities'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767180374771018160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SE7F6I0BTxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/wkBmeh7ksd8/s72-c/026+(4).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117967952534341370.post-4947248081624674283</id><published>2008-05-27T11:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:25:58.558-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend ~ Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was a beautiful day here so we headed out to a popular nearby lake to enjoy the day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First, we stopped for lunch at a restaurant on the water. Billy ordered buffalo wings which Abby was very interested in trying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205078846171819458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SDwnogX4rcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/K_lXGWPvgGE/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205079219833974226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SDwn-QX4rdI/AAAAAAAAAFA/slq5NY_yf8g/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;She decided she wasn't a big fan so she started feeding them to Daddy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205080242036190690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SDwo5wX4reI/AAAAAAAAAFI/H8YYtv9cW8k/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After lunch, we decided to walk around and look at all the boats. There were lots of people out on the water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205080254921092594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SDwo6gX4rfI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kemGVDy9pok/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After walking around for a while (and enjoying a treat of ice cream), we went to a nearby outdoor shopping area that has a fountain in the center where children can play.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205081573476052482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SDwqHQX4rgI/AAAAAAAAAFY/N0fP2cFZEV8/s320/114.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although a little skiddish at first, Abby ended up having a BLAST!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205081917073436178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SDwqbQX4rhI/AAAAAAAAAFg/OAO4rkrVc98/s320/172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205081929958338098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SDwqcAX4rjI/AAAAAAAAAFw/EU5jY5pdAeY/s320/177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;She made friends with this cute little girl that was about the same age. They would take turns throwing the ball into the center of the fountain and then point to tell the other one to go get it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205081921368403490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SDwqbgX4riI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ovuldowa0qI/s320/173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205082986520292930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SDwrZgX4rkI/AAAAAAAAAF4/M1kKn_SeW80/s320/187.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117967952534341370-4947248081624674283?l=alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/feeds/4947248081624674283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117967952534341370&amp;postID=4947248081624674283' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/4947248081624674283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/4947248081624674283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day-weekend-part-2.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend ~ Part 2'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767180374771018160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SDwnogX4rcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/K_lXGWPvgGE/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117967952534341370.post-3827203761875064685</id><published>2008-05-25T23:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:54:24.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pictures from our fun day at a local park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as Abby is concerned, swings are always top priority.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204523330806787330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SDouZQX4rQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wAHmQr48uGE/s320/199.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;She would swing all day long if given the option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204524460383186194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SDovbAX4rRI/AAAAAAAAADA/OboW1YCcz6E/s320/230.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And, NO, she is not even remotely afraid of going too high. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204534544966397330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SDo4mAX4rZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/h9-BIEPdoqs/s320/244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Check &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SDo2HwX4rWI/AAAAAAAAADo/dhfZSgWMQ9g/s1600-h/244.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;out that hair!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SDoysQX4rVI/AAAAAAAAADg/yN6if8Z5jk4/s1600-h/232.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SDoybAX4rUI/AAAAAAAAADY/VZH1OzNsCKk/s1600-h/250.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We did eventually manage to talk Abby into getting out of the swings and going down the slide a few times. Unfortunately, we have no pictures to back that up ~ you'll just have to take our word for it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204535137671884194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SDo5IgX4raI/AAAAAAAAAEI/A2GHFDkN0UM/s320/232.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117967952534341370-3827203761875064685?l=alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/feeds/3827203761875064685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117967952534341370&amp;postID=3827203761875064685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/3827203761875064685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/3827203761875064685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767180374771018160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SDouZQX4rQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/wAHmQr48uGE/s72-c/199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2117967952534341370.post-6272399867003156830</id><published>2008-05-24T21:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T07:54:24.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Journey Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Due to repeated requests from our friends and family to keep them more well informed about the comings and goings of our sweet Abby, we are going to try out this blogging thing!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hopefully, (assuming I stay on top of things) this will serve to keep those of you we aren't able to see or talk to on a regular basis updated on the life of our little girl as she grows!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, yes, I know that the picture at the top of the page is a little old (like a year and a half) but it is one of my all-time favorite pictures that Billy took of Abby just after she was born. It felt like the perfect picture to start off with. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That being said, for those of you who haven't seen Abby lately and would like to see how much she has changed since that first picture was taken, here you go...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204520341509549298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SDorrQX4rPI/AAAAAAAAACw/MsbhmHo1WQU/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our sweet little girl ~ 18 months old ~ walking (actually running would be a better description), talking &amp;amp; staying busy EVERY SECOND OF EVERY DAY!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, our journey into blogland (and toddlerhood) has officially begun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We hope you enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2117967952534341370-6272399867003156830?l=alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/feeds/6272399867003156830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2117967952534341370&amp;postID=6272399867003156830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/6272399867003156830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2117967952534341370/posts/default/6272399867003156830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleloveandluck.blogspot.com/2008/05/for-our-friends-and-family.html' title='Our Journey Begins'/><author><name>Rachel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06767180374771018160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EeFvDmLjcNk/SDorrQX4rPI/AAAAAAAAACw/MsbhmHo1WQU/s72-c/024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
