<?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-2019436008601171174</id><updated>2011-07-29T02:23:00.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments of Mommy Magic</title><subtitle type='html'>Being a mother is the hardest, and most rewarding job anyone can ever do. It's one however, that sadly requires no training. I've been a mommy in 2 different generations. I've got the best of both worlds to learn from,practice on, and share with you. May God Bless you in your greatest adventure........</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Staci Danford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13765374242444692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SnozNukGycI/AAAAAAAABBY/9waE-rpO1GE/S220/DSC_0008blog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019436008601171174.post-6202260830762959076</id><published>2009-12-28T19:46:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T19:58:42.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Joining Blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have decided that for 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;I am going to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;combine this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BLOg&lt;/span&gt; with my other one..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As always I meant well.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;but never seem to have time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;to get 2 of them written. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And since I have made a decision &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;to continue to do &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;LESS&lt;/span&gt; work in 2010 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt; family and fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I figured these &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;BLOgs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;could actually become one anyway...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So as my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt; is approaching ever closer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am starting my &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;NEW YEAR&lt;/span&gt; already...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;to everyone who read &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and commented on this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;BLOg&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I adore reading your comments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and HOPE you will drop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;over to my other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;BLOg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to keep up with another year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;LIFE &lt;/span&gt;of a Woman in her 40's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;learning to &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;LIVE&lt;/span&gt; again !&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.danforddesign.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.danforddesign.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019436008601171174-6202260830762959076?l=momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/feeds/6202260830762959076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/combining-blogs.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/6202260830762959076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/6202260830762959076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/12/combining-blogs.html' title='Joining Blogs'/><author><name>Staci Danford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13765374242444692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SnozNukGycI/AAAAAAAABBY/9waE-rpO1GE/S220/DSC_0008blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019436008601171174.post-3770263441044765855</id><published>2009-11-15T00:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T14:42:12.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the HAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First of all I would like to say WOW.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't believe it's been so long since I got a post on this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;I write them in my head all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but always think I need a picture to go with it......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO that seems to have me dragging my feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I honestly feel the old saying is true...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"A picture is worth a THOUSAND words."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but in my opinion...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you can combine the two... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;THEN it's priceless!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/Sv-f_EEyA7I/AAAAAAAABY4/HF-CFUJiLQM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404213983642256306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/Sv-f_EEyA7I/AAAAAAAABY4/HF-CFUJiLQM/s400/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyway... I am finally getting &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"to it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and am hoping to make a promise to myself as well as you guys&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;To WRITE more often!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/Sv-f-1ewJ0I/AAAAAAAABYw/2QUqXPTMJv8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404213979724654402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/Sv-f-1ewJ0I/AAAAAAAABYw/2QUqXPTMJv8/s400/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A FEW WEEKS ago..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We realized we needed to get the rest of the hay out of the field&lt;br /&gt;before we cut for the last time of the season.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't busy that day, and thought Brady and I&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;would join Brad in the HAY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/Sv-f-umYUeI/AAAAAAAABYo/T33TtVNE1Zg/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404213977877598690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/Sv-f-umYUeI/AAAAAAAABYo/T33TtVNE1Zg/s400/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course Brady wakes up every single day &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in an adventure... and this day was no exception.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He asked a  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jillion&lt;/span&gt; questions, pointed, and talked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the whole time as he discovered something new.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He was almost overcome with wonder at the sight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of that big green monster rolling on wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/Sv-f-XIF-hI/AAAAAAAABYg/25SoqYDatuM/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404213971576551954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/Sv-f-XIF-hI/AAAAAAAABYg/25SoqYDatuM/s400/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I sat and watched my 2 guys I couldn't help but think&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;how incredibly lucky "Little Brady" is to have a dad like Brad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though he may not look like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;GQ&lt;/span&gt; model&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see more clearly now than ever that &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;comes in all shapes and sizes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It may be filled with long hair,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a fuzzy beard, and holes in jeans...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But when it's &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt; no one seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;to care what it LOOKS LIKE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;space&lt;/span&gt;&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/2019436008601171174-3770263441044765855?l=momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/feeds/3770263441044765855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-in-hay.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/3770263441044765855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/3770263441044765855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-in-hay.html' title='A Day in the HAY'/><author><name>Staci Danford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13765374242444692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SnozNukGycI/AAAAAAAABBY/9waE-rpO1GE/S220/DSC_0008blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/Sv-f_EEyA7I/AAAAAAAABY4/HF-CFUJiLQM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019436008601171174.post-4121067631007421737</id><published>2009-10-16T16:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:02:48.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Do Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok... Though it is October....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am starting my New Year's Resolutions right now..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However I'm not calling them New Year's Resolutions...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They are LIFE Resolutions..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/StjppLT7ZQI/AAAAAAAABRw/HYcwReJvtXE/s1600-h/IMG_0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393317447396451586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/StjppLT7ZQI/AAAAAAAABRw/HYcwReJvtXE/s400/IMG_0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am the world's worst about thinking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"If I don't have time to do it great,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then I'll just wait and do it later."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well... I can tell you that has gotten me nowhere fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have spent the last 2 days straight &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;looking for my 2008 income tax papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I remember seeing them, but I didn't &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;have the time (I thought) to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;put them up where they went,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so I laid them down and was gonna do it later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Later is now here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but I have turned this house over &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and can not find them anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anyway....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I read this quote last week, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have vowed to make some changes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;in my LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Looking for lasting happiness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;outside yourself is meaningless....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is like expecting to become fit &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by watching other people exercise."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After having Brady...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have meant to try to get back into shape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not because I will ever care, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;or even want to look like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cindy Crawford....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but because I owe Brady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;the best of my energy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So.... knowing I have lost most of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my endurance... I stopped waiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to magically get it back, and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST DID SOMETHING..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have run 2 miles the last 4 days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not without stopping, but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for once in my life I didn't care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This time the only person I was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;caring to impress was myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am doing this for me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to spend amazing energetic years&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with my Little Brady..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, I stopped some, walked some, and ran some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But... I DID SOMETHING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I started...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and that is a huge step..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Something about our world makes us want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;everything &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;But, maybe that's what's wrong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sometimes the best things are those you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Worked Darn Hard to get,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and even Harder to KEEP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019436008601171174-4121067631007421737?l=momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/feeds/4121067631007421737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-do-something.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/4121067631007421737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/4121067631007421737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-do-something.html' title='Just Do Something'/><author><name>Staci Danford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13765374242444692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SnozNukGycI/AAAAAAAABBY/9waE-rpO1GE/S220/DSC_0008blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/StjppLT7ZQI/AAAAAAAABRw/HYcwReJvtXE/s72-c/IMG_0048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019436008601171174.post-6616592927453435820</id><published>2009-09-26T22:43:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T23:00:11.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This has just been one of those &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;"over the top"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;busy weeks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was Brook's homecoming at Southwest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;But... now that it's all over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;it is one of those times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;where you are so thankful &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;that you have been a part of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/Sr7gDmCtroI/AAAAAAAABHU/WW-6W8uoERo/s1600-h/brady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385988556737851010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/Sr7gDmCtroI/AAAAAAAABHU/WW-6W8uoERo/s400/brady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My house is covered in glitter, sparkles, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ribbons, and fringe fuzz from Brook's mum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(this one I know from experience)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are the times that both children &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and their parents look back on &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;smiling memories&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now that Brent is about to turn 20 years old... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look back and remember &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;his first garter I made him,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and the girl friend's (or date for the week) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mums I made over the years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I giggle about his taste, and him thinking &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was putting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When has a girl ever thought that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;about a mum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; hee hee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So as I get ready for bed tonight.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;completely ready to relax for a while&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am forever grateful for these memories and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YES.. even these messes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because when the time has long passed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Those are all we have left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019436008601171174-6616592927453435820?l=momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/feeds/6616592927453435820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/09/making-memories.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/6616592927453435820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/6616592927453435820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/09/making-memories.html' title='Making Memories'/><author><name>Staci Danford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13765374242444692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SnozNukGycI/AAAAAAAABBY/9waE-rpO1GE/S220/DSC_0008blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/Sr7gDmCtroI/AAAAAAAABHU/WW-6W8uoERo/s72-c/brady.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019436008601171174.post-5686431422169412560</id><published>2009-09-03T23:19:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T23:30:49.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Promise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Overwhelmed, and Overdone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would be a kind way to express the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;state of my life the last few weeks..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I have turned into the very thing I can not stand .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Someone in a &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;RUSH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who merely spends their day getting from one thing to another...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I spent so many years of my life in the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"RUSH"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mode&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I have made a vow to myself never to return.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SqCVjHN8WwI/AAAAAAAABEM/zSOnFYrSXZ4/s1600-h/_MG_7368x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377462385545861890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SqCVjHN8WwI/AAAAAAAABEM/zSOnFYrSXZ4/s400/_MG_7368x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt; However.................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Return is exactly what I did.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you spend your days in a &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RUSH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you completely miss out on LIFE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You only &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;RUSH&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;from one task to the next &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;telling everyone to " hang on a minute"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;......and before you realize it your day is gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;YOU may have accomplished your work, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but at what cost...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had once again become the very thing I can not stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So as I look at this precious little boy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of whom I have told to "hang on"all week long........ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see precious time slipping by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a shame that we sometimes get so caught up in life that we forget to live it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019436008601171174-5686431422169412560?l=momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/feeds/5686431422169412560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-promise.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/5686431422169412560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/5686431422169412560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-promise.html' title='New Promise'/><author><name>Staci Danford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13765374242444692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SnozNukGycI/AAAAAAAABBY/9waE-rpO1GE/S220/DSC_0008blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SqCVjHN8WwI/AAAAAAAABEM/zSOnFYrSXZ4/s72-c/_MG_7368x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019436008601171174.post-1341694766699392617</id><published>2009-08-09T00:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T00:27:18.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking through TIME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sweet Little Brady turned 20 months old this week..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know people say this all the time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;where did the time go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/Sn5bXvwTrsI/AAAAAAAABCg/p8HBS03UiGw/s1600-h/brady+feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367828269386411714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/Sn5bXvwTrsI/AAAAAAAABCg/p8HBS03UiGw/s400/brady+feet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I remember so clearly the day we brought him home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart was so hoping that I wasn't too old to do this right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I worried about being called his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;grandma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when I picked him up from school,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or being the one who is wearing the dorky clothes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(and doesn't know it) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at all the sporting events..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hoped I would live long enough to experience &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all the monumental moments in his life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To hold his children and to be able to tell them stories &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;about how incredible he was as a baby...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then.... I decided I could worry about all of that,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or just love the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; out of that child &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and hope none of the other stuff mattered in the end.&lt;br /&gt;And I can assure you all that in the 20 months of his breathtakingly precious life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;without a doubt ,he has been showered with more love and attention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;than anyone I have ever known...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And when I lay my head down at night I know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;That's the best I can do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019436008601171174-1341694766699392617?l=momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/feeds/1341694766699392617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/08/walking-through-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/1341694766699392617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/1341694766699392617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/08/walking-through-time.html' title='Walking through TIME'/><author><name>Staci Danford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13765374242444692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SnozNukGycI/AAAAAAAABBY/9waE-rpO1GE/S220/DSC_0008blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/Sn5bXvwTrsI/AAAAAAAABCg/p8HBS03UiGw/s72-c/brady+feet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019436008601171174.post-6744535213738590580</id><published>2009-07-24T02:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T02:20:16.241-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tapestry of LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We buried my sweet brother 6 years ago this week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's been a little tough this year for some reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I guess as more time goes by I realize he's really not here with me&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How I miss his voice, his laugh, and his big wonderful hugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;He was my one and only sibling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I often have asked myself &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; I know there are just some questions that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in this lifetime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; we don't get an answer to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WE just have to trust that God sees &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the WHOLE tapestry of our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And somehow each and every tiny peace fits together &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to make us who we are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If there is a lesson here to teach our children....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is to always tell people how much they matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We throw the words I love you around like we do socks on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But to tell someone they really &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;MATTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That their life matters to you because it makes yours better! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Their voice matters on the other end of the phone,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;their face matters after a long day,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;their touch feels like no other in the world,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and their thoughts and dreams matter to you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our families are so often the ones we take the most for granted..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Take the time today to tell them that they &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MATTER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because someday they might not be there to hear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019436008601171174-6744535213738590580?l=momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/feeds/6744535213738590580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/07/tapestry-of-life.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/6744535213738590580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/6744535213738590580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/07/tapestry-of-life.html' title='The Tapestry of LIFE'/><author><name>Staci Danford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13765374242444692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SnozNukGycI/AAAAAAAABBY/9waE-rpO1GE/S220/DSC_0008blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019436008601171174.post-2011094830704661144</id><published>2009-07-15T13:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T16:55:55.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brent's Gonna Play Football</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/Sl4djYXMXWI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/0hESK6baR7Q/s1600-h/IMG_9675.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358753100289826146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/Sl4djYXMXWI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/0hESK6baR7Q/s400/IMG_9675.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; WELL.. we found out yesterday that Brent made &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;the football team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;at Midwestern State University...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I went with him for a tryout a few weeks ago, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and we've been patiently awaiting a callback.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard to believe that he won't be wearing a wonderfully worn in glove, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and a sweaty old cap again......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;However, I am thrilled and so very excited for him to start this new chapter of his life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He really wants to play college football, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I really want him to give it his best try...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So.......... it worked out as it should be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When he called to tell me about wanting to switch sports I nearly had to grasp a breath,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but now all I can think about is my precious first born baby boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LIVING a life in which he follows his dreams..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now what more could a mother want for their child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Maybe our biggest job &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;as a mother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is to help our children pursue their dreams, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;not our dreams for them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019436008601171174-2011094830704661144?l=momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/feeds/2011094830704661144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/07/brents-gonna-play-football.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/2011094830704661144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/2011094830704661144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/07/brents-gonna-play-football.html' title='Brent&apos;s Gonna Play Football'/><author><name>Staci Danford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13765374242444692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SnozNukGycI/AAAAAAAABBY/9waE-rpO1GE/S220/DSC_0008blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/Sl4djYXMXWI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/0hESK6baR7Q/s72-c/IMG_9675.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019436008601171174.post-3103685247526874438</id><published>2009-07-09T00:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T01:31:26.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Careful What We're Teaching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SlV-559g35I/AAAAAAAAA54/s_vVFYHZM3E/s1600-h/IMG_7032x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356326865103544210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SlV-559g35I/AAAAAAAAA54/s_vVFYHZM3E/s400/IMG_7032x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SlV-lSFWtLI/AAAAAAAAA5w/iX8uajAgTgc/s1600-h/IMG_6993x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356326510801630386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SlV-lSFWtLI/AAAAAAAAA5w/iX8uajAgTgc/s400/IMG_6993x.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who know me, and maybe even some of you who don't.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;know that I am a huge lover of words..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think that they hold a power that is matched by no other..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At church last weekend however I heard something that rocked my thinking..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My preacher was talking about words and the power they have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are so so so many places in the Bible that talk about the tongue and the power it carries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then he said.... There is a reason that God gave us 2 ears and 1 mouth...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because we are supposed to listen twice as much as we speak...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOW... and double WOW...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could hardly contain myself through the rest of the service because I wanted to tell everyone I knew what I'd learned...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then it dawned on me that no one really wants to be told that...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They want to SEE that.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;People know when you are listening to them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He also said that hearing is a function of the body,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and listening is a function of the mind...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOW again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How wonderful would it be for me to be able to really show my children that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am LISTENING to what they say... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;not just HEARING the words while I am also doing something else!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And how incredibly romantic to actually look into your husband's eyes when he is talking with a true sense of what you're saying is important to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope Brady sees by my actions that I am Listening more than I am Speaking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019436008601171174-3103685247526874438?l=momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/feeds/3103685247526874438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/07/careful-what-were-teaching.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/3103685247526874438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/3103685247526874438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/07/careful-what-were-teaching.html' title='Careful What We&apos;re Teaching'/><author><name>Staci Danford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13765374242444692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SnozNukGycI/AAAAAAAABBY/9waE-rpO1GE/S220/DSC_0008blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SlV-559g35I/AAAAAAAAA54/s_vVFYHZM3E/s72-c/IMG_7032x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019436008601171174.post-3803678021890375508</id><published>2009-06-27T23:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:25:04.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little MOMENTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok.. I am way past the point of an &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I'm sorry" on this site. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I had no clue that it had been so long since I'd written anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So.... tonight I am making a vow to myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;to write on this blog at least 2 times a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think of such fabulous things in my head while I'm driving &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(which by the way I am always doing)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I write BLOg after BLOg in my mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but when I get back home to the computer the words get lost somehow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO..........While in the midst of my Pity Party today....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I stopped to ponder and had an AH HA revelation to my own self. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"We must learn to find the good in our moments because our moments make up our days, and our days make up our lives... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If we sit around waiting for them to all be wonderful we'll be sitting watching our life go by... Today those moments make us crazy... but tomorrow they will make us laugh... " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019436008601171174-3803678021890375508?l=momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/feeds/3803678021890375508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-moments.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/3803678021890375508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/3803678021890375508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/06/little-moments.html' title='The Little MOMENTS'/><author><name>Staci Danford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13765374242444692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SnozNukGycI/AAAAAAAABBY/9waE-rpO1GE/S220/DSC_0008blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019436008601171174.post-771549159119790774</id><published>2009-04-16T00:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:30:04.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325153739651587346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/Sea_HMJGnRI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Y2v8v1xZpHY/s400/no+fear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love this picture of Brady&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;riding his pony....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;teeth clinched,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;leaning back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and rocking for all he's worth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could all go back to that mind-set in life and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIDE with NO FEAR......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somehow as age grabs our mind along with our hearts, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it too steals our willingness to give life all we've got....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;knowing that&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; we might fail, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but boy... we might succeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The fear of failure has often stopped me from attempting things I would have really liked to have tried. But, thinking that someone might feel as though I looked ridiculous or thinking that the hurt feelings of someone telling me that I wasn't very good at it.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;somehow seemed to take &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;precedence&lt;/span&gt; over my attempt at greatness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I've often heard the story of how many zillion times &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Abraham&lt;/span&gt; Lincoln failed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yet somehow he had the character to continue..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOW what we would have missed if he hadn't..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, as I look at this picture of Brady &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;riding with NO FEAR...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I too want to grab hold of that thrill and believe in myself &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;knowing that if for some reason I fall off &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then all I have to do is climb back up again..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe today we should learn from our children instead of teaching them what life has wrongly taught us..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/2019436008601171174-771549159119790774?l=momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/feeds/771549159119790774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-fear.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/771549159119790774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/771549159119790774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-fear.html' title='No Fear'/><author><name>Staci Danford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13765374242444692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SnozNukGycI/AAAAAAAABBY/9waE-rpO1GE/S220/DSC_0008blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/Sea_HMJGnRI/AAAAAAAAAmc/Y2v8v1xZpHY/s72-c/no+fear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019436008601171174.post-211426975548670367</id><published>2009-04-07T23:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T00:16:11.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow.. Time FLEW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where has the time gone.. Not just the time since I last wrote on this blog (sorry about that by the way).... but the time since my one and only little girl was little. This weekend she tried out for Varsity cheerleader at her (way too big for me) school.  *and made it (#12)  She is going to be a junior next year and I know it sounds so corny to say... but it's true... "I just can't believe it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322182334107399762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/Sdwwon5UtlI/AAAAAAAAAkk/8qmvyZUV8_k/s400/cheer09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I remember so clearly the day she was born. He brother (who was 3 1/2) wanted to know where her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wienie&lt;/span&gt; was.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt; That still makes me laugh to this day. Maybe Brent knew something all along that we took a while to notice. My little girl has got to be the toughest gal I have come across in a long time. Not the big giant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;physically&lt;/span&gt; tough like you first think of, but the mental, emotional... got it all together tough. The kind it took me 40 years to gain. I am amazed at her almost on a daily basis. She has never been one to care much about what people think, or what they do. She has always had her mind set on what she thinks is right and by golly... that is what she sticks too. Now I can tell you that has caused her a fair share of trouble, but now in her teenage years I can tell you that it has brought me great joy. As I watch her turn into a woman... I tag along for the ride and look on with pride. Somehow in the midst of a million messes she has made magic of her life... I continue to thank God for letting me be her mother, and I remind her every day (even when we fuss) that "IF I lined up all the girls in the world.. I'd pick You!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019436008601171174-211426975548670367?l=momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/feeds/211426975548670367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow-time-flew.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/211426975548670367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/211426975548670367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/04/wow-time-flew.html' title='Wow.. Time FLEW'/><author><name>Staci Danford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13765374242444692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SnozNukGycI/AAAAAAAABBY/9waE-rpO1GE/S220/DSC_0008blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/Sdwwon5UtlI/AAAAAAAAAkk/8qmvyZUV8_k/s72-c/cheer09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019436008601171174.post-553308239769137397</id><published>2009-03-12T22:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:37:56.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy Journal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SbnTDBKuTDI/AAAAAAAAAgE/T5R9OZH-LwY/s1600-h/brady+tub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312509284266691634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SbnTDBKuTDI/AAAAAAAAAgE/T5R9OZH-LwY/s400/brady+tub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Those of you that know me, know I write constantly.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've always loved words and the power that they hold.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They can change a mood, create a smile, warm a heart, ease anxiety, relax a moment, and in my opinion change your life forever..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I try to write everyday. Some days of course I miss, but for the most part "I let it all out" ON paper. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Over the years I have filled up countless journals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year however I bought a special one just to call my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;JOY Journal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Every time I feel that tickle in my soul, that bubble in my heart, and that bounce in my feet... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I grab it and write the memory down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As the days slip away, and some of those UGLY ones creep up on occasion.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I pull it out and read. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOWWWWWWWWWWWW &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;HOW powerful to read something that warmed your heart once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Because I PROMISE it will do it again..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;LIFE truly is filled with way more good than bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is beauty all around, just stop and find some.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It could be covered with bubbles and mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019436008601171174-553308239769137397?l=momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/feeds/553308239769137397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/03/joy-journal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/553308239769137397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/553308239769137397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/03/joy-journal.html' title='Joy Journal'/><author><name>Staci Danford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13765374242444692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SnozNukGycI/AAAAAAAABBY/9waE-rpO1GE/S220/DSC_0008blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SbnTDBKuTDI/AAAAAAAAAgE/T5R9OZH-LwY/s72-c/brady+tub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019436008601171174.post-6470904669217664467</id><published>2009-03-09T09:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T00:33:33.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Start Overs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SbUyRnsTurI/AAAAAAAAAes/bhbGYrfd6iA/s1600-h/staci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311206613847358130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SbUyRnsTurI/AAAAAAAAAes/bhbGYrfd6iA/s400/staci.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; A very famous Photographer (Jeff Hawkins) took this image&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;of me one year at photography school. I have always loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;the way it really captured my forever thinking mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Man... I gotta say last week was just not my best one.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I often wonder how a person can try so hard and screw up so badly.. Well, let me totally tell you it can happen. All in a weeks time I have had surgery, fussed with my mother, fussed with my daughter, been to the emergency room, snapped at my husband a zillion times, pouted, missed a cheerleading competition, and felt like an all around loser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It seemed like if I said it, it came out wrong... MERCY!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I also realized I hadn't been putting anything positive into my life in a week or so. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND...I am a firm believer in what you put in comes out.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or should I say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What you put in changes what comes out"!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YUCK... that must mean what I have in there isn't so nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Soooooo, I started digging through my stash of inspirations &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and found a book I'd bought but never read . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joel Osteens &lt;em&gt;Your best Life Now for MOMs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok.. I have to say I highly recommend it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I bought mine at Ross for $3.99.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just changing what was going into my mind, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;had a huge impact on what was coming out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I realize that sometimes what we pray for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;is right in front of us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;wrapped in an altered package&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we pray for courage sometimes we get opportunities to be courageous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we pray for peace sometimes we get an opportunity to be peaceful in a tense situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And sometimes when we pray for strength in our family bonds we find an opportunity to strengthen them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Without the challenge how could be grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019436008601171174-6470904669217664467?l=momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/feeds/6470904669217664467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/03/start-overs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/6470904669217664467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/6470904669217664467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/03/start-overs.html' title='Start Overs'/><author><name>Staci Danford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13765374242444692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SnozNukGycI/AAAAAAAABBY/9waE-rpO1GE/S220/DSC_0008blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SbUyRnsTurI/AAAAAAAAAes/bhbGYrfd6iA/s72-c/staci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019436008601171174.post-5573750213367161644</id><published>2009-02-27T16:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:20:39.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My OPINION</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/Sahws7FJWQI/AAAAAAAAAec/KibAXJuB5q8/s1600-h/IMG_1635v.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307616077931960578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/Sahws7FJWQI/AAAAAAAAAec/KibAXJuB5q8/s400/IMG_1635v.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older I get...&lt;br /&gt;I HOPE the more open minded I become..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I realize My OPINION is only mine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;and there is a whole huge world out there with their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Including my beautiful, spunky, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fabulously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;fiery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see her do and say lots of things&lt;br /&gt;that I don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;necessarily&lt;/span&gt; think&lt;br /&gt;I might say or do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But, I want her to feel&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that she can always talk to me, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and we can just agree to disagree &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with no hurt feelings,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or grudges about &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who is right or wrong.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;As I travel through age&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see that the open-minded ability to &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;actually talk about anything you want, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and to be able to say anything &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that needs to be said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;is a much greater treasure&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;than being RIGHT..&lt;/strong&gt;&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/2019436008601171174-5573750213367161644?l=momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/feeds/5573750213367161644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-opinion.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/5573750213367161644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/5573750213367161644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-opinion.html' title='My OPINION'/><author><name>Staci Danford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13765374242444692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SnozNukGycI/AAAAAAAABBY/9waE-rpO1GE/S220/DSC_0008blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/Sahws7FJWQI/AAAAAAAAAec/KibAXJuB5q8/s72-c/IMG_1635v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019436008601171174.post-7003344230354120381</id><published>2009-02-17T21:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T22:00:19.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What a wonderful quote I read today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; things &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;that inspire me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;to be a better person &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&amp;amp; a better mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could say a million things to go along with this quote.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But some things speak for themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The work will wait while you show the child the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rainbow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but, the &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rainbow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; won't wait while you do the work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Patricia Clafford&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019436008601171174-7003344230354120381?l=momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/feeds/7003344230354120381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/02/rainbow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/7003344230354120381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/7003344230354120381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/02/rainbow.html' title='The Rainbow'/><author><name>Staci Danford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13765374242444692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SnozNukGycI/AAAAAAAABBY/9waE-rpO1GE/S220/DSC_0008blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019436008601171174.post-5333902877042169928</id><published>2009-02-11T00:23:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:43:49.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some kind of LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There are just no words that I have ever known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to describe the type of LOVE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a mother has for her children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Brent, was the first person that I ever really &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;felt&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;for no reason at all&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have always told him &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that he taught me how to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;be human&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SZJv5BBNSlI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Ym2gWD4W5So/s1600-h/brent+baseball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301422736685222482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SZJv5BBNSlI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Ym2gWD4W5So/s400/brent+baseball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am heading to Abilene to watch him play baseball tomorrow, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and already I have sparkles just at the thought of seeing his face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He can light up my heart like to one else in all the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have always had such a hard time realizing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;the true LOVE of God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was taught to be afraid of how GOD would &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;punish you when you acted wrong. It kind of always felt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like he was up there with a big marker and tablet writing down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my zillions of screw ups. Then, after Brent came along, I realized! WOW....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I love my child like this, just image how much God loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wouldn't dare ever remove my love from my kids when they make mistakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some days along the way have had a few disappointments, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but never once have I thought my children were unworthy of LOVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No matter how old you are, it's never too late to be filled up with LOVE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The kind that never goes away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make sure your children know that before they grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It will change their lives forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019436008601171174-5333902877042169928?l=momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/feeds/5333902877042169928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-kind-of-love.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/5333902877042169928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/5333902877042169928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/02/some-kind-of-love.html' title='Some kind of LOVE'/><author><name>Staci Danford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13765374242444692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SnozNukGycI/AAAAAAAABBY/9waE-rpO1GE/S220/DSC_0008blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SZJv5BBNSlI/AAAAAAAAAdc/Ym2gWD4W5So/s72-c/brent+baseball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019436008601171174.post-5049860340311249888</id><published>2009-02-01T23:59:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:23:34.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you gotta get DIRTY</title><content type='html'>&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;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SYaMUlAkl5I/AAAAAAAAAcM/1Ms7qKq4j3w/s1600-h/dirt4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298076296807749522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SYaMUlAkl5I/AAAAAAAAAcM/1Ms7qKq4j3w/s400/dirt4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Looking back to the early days of my "big" kids, I realize so many moments I squelched because I was ruling my life by TIME.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;How much &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; something was going to take to clean up, how much &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;it was going to take us to reach a destination, how much &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; homework was going to take, how much &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was left in my day to clean or sleep, and most sadly of all how much &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; until my kids were big enough to clean up their own messes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WELL..... I can tell you I missed a million minutes while I watched "THE TIME"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today, however, I didn't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Brady was playing in the front yard in the dirt, and climbed right up in the flower pot. He dug, threw, and sat in the dirt for almost an hour. He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;groaned&lt;/span&gt;, clapped, laughed, and poured dirt all over himself and my porch. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I must say my first thought was "What a mess this is going to make." But I stopped and watched him play. As I sat there I realized how precious TIME can be if you just watch it go by.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That moment could have so easily been missed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Instead MY own words rang in my ears "to cherish the moments that pass by too quickly."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, Brady got to play in the dirt, and I took the TIME to watch that precious little miracle be a part of my life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019436008601171174-5049860340311249888?l=momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/feeds/5049860340311249888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-you-gotta-get-dirty.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/5049860340311249888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/5049860340311249888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-you-gotta-get-dirty.html' title='Sometimes you gotta get DIRTY'/><author><name>Staci Danford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13765374242444692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SnozNukGycI/AAAAAAAABBY/9waE-rpO1GE/S220/DSC_0008blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SYaMUlAkl5I/AAAAAAAAAcM/1Ms7qKq4j3w/s72-c/dirt4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019436008601171174.post-7657006837702247202</id><published>2009-01-29T21:42:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:31:27.515-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Expanding on "I'm SORRY"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been thinking a lot about those 2 words today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and how many times I've said them to my kids over the years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Man... I've made so many mistakes -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in punishments I handed down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(too strong, but mostly not enough) ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;words I chose to say ,and things I did or didn't do along the way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recently Brook and I had a long heart-to-heart about responsibility.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I listened with an open mind, and actually learned a great deal from what she had to say. One thing that stuck out though in my mind is... she told me that she always knew I would never "make" her do anything for very long. She knew she would only be in trouble while I was upset, and then when I was over it, I always softened up WAY too much on what-ever our issue of the moment was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOW... now if that doesn't hit you.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, right in the middle of my lecture about her room, grades, and general household responsibility....I stopped and said &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'm SORRY."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; It hit me like a punch to the chest that I was fussing at her for something that I had taught her. Children don't come out of the womb being responsible. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She was right...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When I was over what ever I was so upset about, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I always quit with the punishment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's what caused my words to lose all their effect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, I told her that both she and I were both going to change in 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;It is never too late to be better and learn more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I told her I was going to be firm, and for her to remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;that she was the one who suggested that I stick to what I say. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We cleaned her room for one whole 24 hour day. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We got rid of ANY clutter that was making it messy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and from that moment on.....I expected it to be clean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or she wouldn't be leaving this house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm proud to say I've backed that one up several times so far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I told her it wasn't really so much about her room, but about self respect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It shows up in her grades, the way she will take care of a car, and many other places later in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;We also had a long talk about the 140 lb. dog of hers that lives in our house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;One she never walked, or cleaned up hair after. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So, from that moment to this one.. We made a deal that we each were responsible to walk him every other day. I have Mon., Wed., and Fri. And Brook has Tues., Thurs., and Sat. We both get Sunday off. Well girls... I can tell you that we haven't missed a time except for the last 2 days when it was icy. I took him in the rain, and Brook has taken him when it was 24 degrees after a ball game when she just cheered. I wanted to tell her that she didn't have to, but her words came back in my ears, and my promise to her popped back into my head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Responsibility is learned.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes even for the parents.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/2019436008601171174-7657006837702247202?l=momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/feeds/7657006837702247202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/01/expanding-on-im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/7657006837702247202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/7657006837702247202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/01/expanding-on-im-sorry.html' title='Expanding on &quot;I&apos;m SORRY&quot;'/><author><name>Staci Danford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13765374242444692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SnozNukGycI/AAAAAAAABBY/9waE-rpO1GE/S220/DSC_0008blog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2019436008601171174.post-3737626018303512992</id><published>2009-01-28T22:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T12:56:12.550-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Little WORDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SYE0RVR_bnI/AAAAAAAAAbc/7ncMdGQnPx4/s1600-h/+squarepostpicture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296572109139439218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 367px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SYE0RVR_bnI/AAAAAAAAAbc/7ncMdGQnPx4/s400/+squarepostpicture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Never under estimate the power of a few words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;IN fact........ Only 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm SORRY, and Thank YOU. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;One of the best gifts you can give your child is for them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;to know that sometimes you can make mistakes too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;When we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt; it says I realize I was wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It makes us all human, and in need of God's grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AND the power of a &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"thank you"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that's heart-felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;gives every child a sense of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was noticed and appreciated.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;It's like magic from your mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2019436008601171174-3737626018303512992?l=momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/feeds/3737626018303512992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-little-words.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/3737626018303512992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2019436008601171174/posts/default/3737626018303512992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentsofmommymagic.blogspot.com/2009/01/2-little-words.html' title='2 Little WORDS'/><author><name>Staci Danford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13765374242444692658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SnozNukGycI/AAAAAAAABBY/9waE-rpO1GE/S220/DSC_0008blog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_22osJH3sQCY/SYE0RVR_bnI/AAAAAAAAAbc/7ncMdGQnPx4/s72-c/+squarepostpicture1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
