tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79749302638351746082024-03-05T21:12:56.208-08:00Durham DaysExperiencing God One Dinner Table Conversation At A TimeThe Durham'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486071387655026689noreply@blogger.comBlogger113125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974930263835174608.post-41241715465302893012011-02-09T12:40:00.001-08:002011-02-13T12:56:54.716-08:00One Rock At A Time<div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571832519109330578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPLVbKczAP-al0HFlB38ULPGEOtaSUgiXme0GjWd5AhxP5J-ARp8gVeQ5d2GcKqmRDuGZ-N7BCZJMMIGyG7D0zioyjWyFxgOqPR2MME92e21UK4MIoRDCXoI6K_qwZEwgbwovQcAC5WzzO/s200/white%252520rocking%252520chair.jpg" /></div><div align="center">So, here I sit. So incredibly grateful for the rocking chair. The white one that was sitting in our garage for several years after we moved Mayce and Bryce to older rooms, and thought we had no need for it. The one that was so simple and so unimportant....so I thought....until Blake hit "the phase." And when I type, phase, I mean "angry, frustrated, clingy, disobedient, sad" phase. We had only been in the new house 6 months, our 4th precious baby was here, and taking some new attention, and life as he knew it was upside down. Not to mention the fact that I was now homeschooling two, and needing some specific time in the day to do so. He was sad, he was almost 2 and he was NOT having it. We found that bedtime began to be hard on him, and he quickly shifted from laying down quietly, to crying for several minutes. These were Blake's hardships......now for mine.<br /><br /><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571827440663092258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGQUioqsjmPbAHgvl7YsNkNv0yw6W-E0bT7X8XinxhnT1bcR1_dYuK6BbclD3DNszb9AdifaEN6LcDdssWMBSR7Knb84j62MnPeMGlVWpMEQjcBHkHYzdYQemVgGuJCJsAU_xHOazne4qh/s200/IMG_1153.JPG" /></div><div align="center">I was now a mother of 4, six and under. I was recovering from delivery, settling into/keeping a home triple the size of our other, homeschooling a 5 and 6 year old, shifting with my hubby as he transitioned in his job, all the while, realizing that days at home were now the norm, and going out was now quite difficult. I found solace and comfort in the sweet, short, time I had with my Father before my kids woke up, and I put all I had into making each day enjoyable, purposeful and disciplined. Then...Blake hit his phase, and I hit a new phase of tired! Brayden was 4 months old, and we could just not pinpoint why this was so difficult for him. After much prayer, I walked out to the garage one day, and felt two words pound in my heart..."rocking chair." "God" I said, "he's too old for that!" His response "it's not just for him....it's for you too." </div><br /><br /><div align="center">Needless to say, that caught me off guard. But, you better believe I ripped that chair out of the garage that second and cleaned it up! We moved it to his room, and began reading his bible story in the chair, then rocking and singing love songs to him for about 15 minutes. As I would sit there with Blake snuggled on my chest, I was overwhelmed with emotion. It literally seemed that each rock of that chair brought healing. It was like we were both being mended in our heart with every single squeaky motion. As I would sing/worship and whisper every phrase I could think of to tell Blake how much I loved him, my Father would literally do the same thing to me. It produced the most incredibly intimate moments.....every single day, every single rock.<br /><br /><br />One day, while rocking, I began to thank the Lord for this "simple" solution to such a difficult phase. He began to flood my heart with this incredible concept of healing one step, or rock, at a time. See, it's often the simplicity of His plan that is so impactful for His glory. He could have given David supernatural strength, but instead he gave a stone. He could have given Moses a fleet of angels to whisk the Israelites away, but instead he gave him a staff and an interpreter. He could have given the world a mind-blowing heavenly entrance of the King, but instead he gave us a precious baby in a humble environment. This mommy business is not easy, and I will never claim it to be, but I certainly know that if our focus on His perspective is lost for one second.....if our eyes leave the Master and glance at the storm of our circumstance.....we will begin to sink faster than we can imagine. Just like Peter, we too can get weary, afraid and overwhelmed (understandably) and begin to lose sight of Who is guiding our faith walk. The story is not in our weakness, though, but rather in His beautiful redemption.....which He freely gives without hesitation!<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573280040992296562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOopYBD_YLJoFQX-rt9KNX4tyVWxtsGF2mOxAVRLhISfZKPsB8Q-TSaU0ArtyTe_6n1YZOhI_YA5bWcPbCoi7EhIoKwCnVOcjB191qEkxVw2k7edrQYeOkgPaLdxItQ8Rb9ytAYJBnyAXC/s200/DSC_1193+es+5x7.jpg" />I called out, and He answered.....in the form of a chair. Never would have imagined this white hunk of wood to bring so much peace and mending to our hearts......but the Rock of Ages knows exactly how powerful one rock with Him will be, and for that, I am eternally grateful!<br /><br /><br />"The Lord is my <strong>Rock</strong>, my fortress, my deliverer; my God is my <strong>Rock</strong>, in whom I take refuge, my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold." (Ps. 18:2) </div></div></div>The Durham'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486071387655026689noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974930263835174608.post-48366098721132075072010-10-28T06:00:00.000-07:002010-10-28T12:09:31.762-07:00Fall Festival.....Take 4......ACTION!<div align="center">This was one of the best years we have had at the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ol</span>' festival and I was thrilled! See, this little outing has become quite a "task" over the past few years. Let me explain: </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>Year one:</strong> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mayce</span> and Bryce are 3 and 4, it is VERY cold and they both have a runny nose! We endure because we really wanted them to have fun, but I think it ended up being harder on everyone in the end......"next year will be better" I say:) Well.......</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>Year two:</strong> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Mayce</span> and Bryce are 4 and 5 and I am 8 months pregnant with Blake and SHOULD be on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">bedrest</span>. I just can't resist seeing the kids and the weather was a little better than the year before, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">soooooo</span>, I haul my lawn chair from event to event and sit and watch. Towards the end, everyone was tired of waiting on me, I'm sure, and my poor father in law was sweet enough to carry my chair around the entire stadium! HA! "Next year, we WILL enjoy this!" Well.......</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>Year three:</strong> I am pregnant, AGAIN, with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Brayden</span>, yet this time only 6 months:) About 45 minutes into it, I decide to walk about 10 feet from my family to get some popcorn for Blake. As I sift through the masses, wait in a LONG line, and head back, I quickly realize they have left where they were. Of course, I did NOT take my phone, and I proceeded to be lost for the next 45 minutes, only to finally catch up with them as all the kids were getting fussy and we were ready to walk out!! The only "watching" of the kids I managed to do was on the camera in the car on the way home:( "Next year HAS to be better!" Well.......</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong>Year four:</strong> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Yayyyyy</span>! Finally, a success!! Now, don't get me wrong, I have loved being with the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">fam</span> every year, but we have certainly made some sacrifices for the good <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">ol</span>' festival, and I was ready for an easy, fun outing:) The weather was perfect, the kids were happy and well, let's just say, I NEVER left for popcorn, Ha! Plus, we were able to do all they wanted to before the number of children reached 15, 000!! :) So, here are the pics from this year......Hallelujah!!<br /><br /></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 312px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533082395181837026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj__nOm-ktnNv8H42phGBwioJGAHv982ROlkCXuzNshQQ2JpyLSk5-V_pC7YjSvxyJLO_yNGcDh8dg6F64OyTpS3gHtee5UH2TLMe9phuvWy2glBgHpqquuxwjJ-qbVHx8LYVApSlWCoDgw/s320/SANY3093.JPG" /> Daddy and Blake (23 months)<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533082387469592754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLc4ZMtMxDBlCEbK8scakSCVriSuKq3YHWcgZC9NDNGbNQwAU8DyCVa5H0ihvluaCtBKCQJqum04qgjtvu8wfPka_AeI3PZ6lkeD4K7oVE6lG_NGf3izAN8_LmWvIbjZuQK-EWxH7zs8cn/s320/SANY3090.JPG" /> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ropin</span>' for candy:)<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ2viuynlK20Wl_eSvKCYavND1tXf0pLWuPva4TZE1x8gfmcKNcd2Hyxt5nGSDKzu987afeaQjdIEjdSwe8oPF3vmkuiYjuXK22AQccj6CgIlGL0_hi91DRgUfMHh16zxV4dcMzlQ9XWyo/s1600/SANY3089.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533082374423311218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ2viuynlK20Wl_eSvKCYavND1tXf0pLWuPva4TZE1x8gfmcKNcd2Hyxt5nGSDKzu987afeaQjdIEjdSwe8oPF3vmkuiYjuXK22AQccj6CgIlGL0_hi91DRgUfMHh16zxV4dcMzlQ9XWyo/s320/SANY3089.JPG" /></a><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533081574665489346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqfUpu_CDP5pf_4WIiQy9jVJ10BEkLHjtSFO7NNVx3gDL1o6Or_zRE_OA82HEdFsIvfVz_m3MbMYYKhuV9vJ076FOw9qAC2IcVFQLIoF8mpTHDBbZrNH0fOLFrI0O_DstkLB8FTmpX_n5X/s320/SANY3085.JPG" />Mama and Brayden (7 months)<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533081552929238738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibcMoropGmgCBu0mWaEUICNRZZrWxl2zuzU0lHBQK4jZMjMepeqDiNN-kqp89xvXfmG6Y2kZXTxN27COPQ-x6XQi7jubVx6dGqwzdZoHTXkUzY0ngvCIiglvqf8U_iXhp1ScfhBPzWwwUG/s320/SANY3083.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533081536044104658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinZLFGpGEur96F7mYzeDqiMRxdmj9jhz5v0Rj3sNsenQNWFFksJcnZIaEJ00yDul_V5bhWrepTxGK3DqdKTe9jlgNsfgfs9pzmUw1Bxi2ghMJ-BURcj5NSb4TkMKx0evzYguWVtovTKSqa/s320/SANY3081.JPG" />Blake LOVED the toddler area....He thought he was big stuff:)<br /><br /><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkzUrPfv-x_3j40Ma08rO_bnGMho8EkSaSrMcn7-fmrbLvq8QjVyo8CnTEgBGOK2ntaAGlrDz7S2LCVYgB3BOKIot99F1YOn94M28yQQ1lsHPU9zIfGCBeoaoX_UVLYQW3Kjaqs424knBi/s1600/SANY3073.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533081519427201314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkzUrPfv-x_3j40Ma08rO_bnGMho8EkSaSrMcn7-fmrbLvq8QjVyo8CnTEgBGOK2ntaAGlrDz7S2LCVYgB3BOKIot99F1YOn94M28yQQ1lsHPU9zIfGCBeoaoX_UVLYQW3Kjaqs424knBi/s320/SANY3073.JPG" /></a> Mayce and Bryce waiting for a ride<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDgPR8WOzbFhqrvY9k53KXXbEVCSg-PwQ6rJOImmOpaedXY3k3TzMYHnf2nBgn6i3NAjqUNUWuJBvy9Do2XD43ROUkQUZI0zK6qt5SvJ3BW7bOokk1NCJPGM-K_o65vCBY8W1hiZBwq9qy/s1600/SANY3060.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533081508398749186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDgPR8WOzbFhqrvY9k53KXXbEVCSg-PwQ6rJOImmOpaedXY3k3TzMYHnf2nBgn6i3NAjqUNUWuJBvy9Do2XD43ROUkQUZI0zK6qt5SvJ3BW7bOokk1NCJPGM-K_o65vCBY8W1hiZBwq9qy/s320/SANY3060.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div><br /></div><p align="center">And finally, the kids doing what they do best......"seeing who can go the fastest!" :)</p><p> </p>The Durham'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486071387655026689noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974930263835174608.post-63609908940202086882010-08-05T13:03:00.000-07:002010-08-09T13:28:15.368-07:0010 Years....<div align="center">......Hallelujah! 10 years and 4 kiddos later, Monty and I are closer than ever before, more in love and stronger than we could have ever imagined.....and all glory belongs to our Father!! What a beautiful journey this has been so far, and although there have been some deep valley's, I could not imagine one second without this sweet man and his indescribable love for me!! Monty out did himself this year and planned an entire 4 day trip without me having any idea what was to come! We ended up in Beaver Creek, CO at the most incredible resort I have ever been too:) He organized dinners at some fantastic restaurants, a horse back ride to a remote mountain top restaurant, a 3 hour spa treatment, ridiculous shopping (haha), and golfing (of which I don't do, but LOVE to ride in the cart and watch him because I never get to do that anymore:)!! This man just continues to amaze me with his love and kindness. of which I do not deserve. The Lord has used Monty's unconditional love throughout these years to literally heal my heart and break through some major unlovable walls I had. So, Monty, there are no words....."thank you" is just not enough, but you are everything I could ever dream of, and as long as I am this earth, I want to be beside you!! </div><div align="center"><em><strong>"His mouth is sweetness itself; he is altogether lovely. This is my lover, this is my friend." (Song of Solomon 5:16)</strong></em></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502020011801979874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxcaGJRgSfiJkB_ShTXX-PH18b4tfJNlJM6mRDRTw6w5dqBF8Yr3y4oP0f8DEAD1HmAYQ647Ryw_uzRrn9DXjJOwODjzLT8TX0k6wbkiTvRCHfxXD_orb0g_tXYbGp4xpfwPZSClChPZA1/s320/SANY2743.JPG" /> <p align="center">Plane ride to CO<br /></p><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOySTefx-dra1BkpDou6Lo3jAg3NTpLGEOsv01tnv2b1UpyTc8PRfvvyfuxfRfhpo0ibOJ6Cc8WiYn_4GK2DvUOsuogYhLIhueWmW_ReE37Aa9eU5cougp-GikqdFT0tB9hyphenhyphenxFWnvE3SnR/s1600/SANY2751.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502019913162554114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOySTefx-dra1BkpDou6Lo3jAg3NTpLGEOsv01tnv2b1UpyTc8PRfvvyfuxfRfhpo0ibOJ6Cc8WiYn_4GK2DvUOsuogYhLIhueWmW_ReE37Aa9eU5cougp-GikqdFT0tB9hyphenhyphenxFWnvE3SnR/s320/SANY2751.JPG" /></a>View from our room<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGKP1CGKFSLsuATlQ94XTt_W_gEgmV70vo9hHoW1q9izy_UufJD99dj97eE72ndVYWq9-f-7jDQ7A5fCwOSj2Obiu4BjyfWgOy0uttuzIG7hK6rRI8CIgVUjaClDr-BYEjpuay8vCLfdR0/s1600/SANY2760.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502019900781969842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGKP1CGKFSLsuATlQ94XTt_W_gEgmV70vo9hHoW1q9izy_UufJD99dj97eE72ndVYWq9-f-7jDQ7A5fCwOSj2Obiu4BjyfWgOy0uttuzIG7hK6rRI8CIgVUjaClDr-BYEjpuay8vCLfdR0/s320/SANY2760.JPG" /></a> Flowers waiting for me when we arrived:) They were exactly like the ones he gave me when he proposed 11 years ago...two red and one white, representing the union of our lives and Christ being the constant center of it all. I cried like a baby then and I cried again on the trip! HA!<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxe44jXLTrppKy8DGk62ZQx-wmyASRoy61Cegd2-_Q3wstlkm7Zjx4bSO6nIPameodG20b7zHrYFF8xQ3s9tB3MAOtjy-mAN2BDOJpKZ8OKMkLI-agvO7pRNbueAfiWcv542BTcLtLljJb/s1600/SANY2764.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502019892705774338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxe44jXLTrppKy8DGk62ZQx-wmyASRoy61Cegd2-_Q3wstlkm7Zjx4bSO6nIPameodG20b7zHrYFF8xQ3s9tB3MAOtjy-mAN2BDOJpKZ8OKMkLI-agvO7pRNbueAfiWcv542BTcLtLljJb/s320/SANY2764.JPG" /></a> Golfing<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIfwok0OBCXZpyH8yVv3P3jGaRVd8y2h54qWivhnLYiyc4-eSYeUDlG-SzmWZMjXXi6V4R8lU1E7krCJ3ScOLiIcloNUjqP7GXB4P5Es9Jis3aQf0Vux2DIrPc90ZNtPBYdRxeV8rdCooz/s1600/SANY2774.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502019885421038146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIfwok0OBCXZpyH8yVv3P3jGaRVd8y2h54qWivhnLYiyc4-eSYeUDlG-SzmWZMjXXi6V4R8lU1E7krCJ3ScOLiIcloNUjqP7GXB4P5Es9Jis3aQf0Vux2DIrPc90ZNtPBYdRxeV8rdCooz/s320/SANY2774.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQyWO7Ts8gi6pLm6APpmBDRQKwblzHD-RrobocDkvjsinNbzh7lOsK9-B7WFv6kDcrh2OpBZlGHrHaYQ-ebkR0pEeUmr4JkfJjY5wNyH-TwgXohFfKNKICAwL-Khx6mPCYsEaFEKmtJnW/s1600/SANY2782.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502019882205466978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEQyWO7Ts8gi6pLm6APpmBDRQKwblzHD-RrobocDkvjsinNbzh7lOsK9-B7WFv6kDcrh2OpBZlGHrHaYQ-ebkR0pEeUmr4JkfJjY5wNyH-TwgXohFfKNKICAwL-Khx6mPCYsEaFEKmtJnW/s320/SANY2782.JPG" /></a> Right before horse back ride<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpu9sUZlsqpzhy_eJ3E7PVzkv1FkFZHYL40W3zTliwdDEbEsBfR8lFuMUf54Es_HIMePe8M5-P8IQW5f47l3E27Qg8A6IL_a7QgCo14UuRXcUmZvWwx3SaivLyU5ekpqKAliB_SlEBdA_c/s1600/SANY2785.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502019564743063250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpu9sUZlsqpzhy_eJ3E7PVzkv1FkFZHYL40W3zTliwdDEbEsBfR8lFuMUf54Es_HIMePe8M5-P8IQW5f47l3E27Qg8A6IL_a7QgCo14UuRXcUmZvWwx3SaivLyU5ekpqKAliB_SlEBdA_c/s320/SANY2785.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-LT7h2Qz6GZFhL1T2YyLNGTmK4TVP9yfBPIGKMkB94wFxlssMMilBRFvYw2naSDXP3fQ506_b_O_g3ofwR3QvcVj-OJKhnB67aRfKM0vLk6E6uSJGBv7PcssW3DVXDw7S586Z7iQHopcs/s1600/SANY2789.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502019561420206674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-LT7h2Qz6GZFhL1T2YyLNGTmK4TVP9yfBPIGKMkB94wFxlssMMilBRFvYw2naSDXP3fQ506_b_O_g3ofwR3QvcVj-OJKhnB67aRfKM0vLk6E6uSJGBv7PcssW3DVXDw7S586Z7iQHopcs/s320/SANY2789.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUJH0KFcsdIW5eeHbVgO4lbtx4cRxgIgmdbVdmY48N40A6TLc1qTJc-wN8ZqIo9JpeT_U8Ivn3wYjQcSn8H44pxbpSFgS7JZXQYOo4xJ7yFVeR9NFe2lLZS1pI7JvB-lfobgahBf017S3o/s1600/SANY2812.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502019553525038994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUJH0KFcsdIW5eeHbVgO4lbtx4cRxgIgmdbVdmY48N40A6TLc1qTJc-wN8ZqIo9JpeT_U8Ivn3wYjQcSn8H44pxbpSFgS7JZXQYOo4xJ7yFVeR9NFe2lLZS1pI7JvB-lfobgahBf017S3o/s320/SANY2812.JPG" /></a>Monty's dream home:)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4CEd0c6hX5DFJzzFdnQ08u3IccsLyxGCly99Q-_5mYJe_Um8VQQFz3F2tpaYc2g49XoPW76civvJfNVo0g_jalv1pmY0ESCNCwtS1aIkSDJiB-o8c2HgHdRzQ0bI1jhhOiMpdgInqOOJM/s1600/SANY2825.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502019546243659026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4CEd0c6hX5DFJzzFdnQ08u3IccsLyxGCly99Q-_5mYJe_Um8VQQFz3F2tpaYc2g49XoPW76civvJfNVo0g_jalv1pmY0ESCNCwtS1aIkSDJiB-o8c2HgHdRzQ0bI1jhhOiMpdgInqOOJM/s320/SANY2825.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8LJIBbEBvsDFNXebgAibtbb4ggTYhD7KTFmwIQEK3HlMPTMx0DLmYUFBy5OieO2JZpWNYrukLW6CMKmGjTsoAm-w8gBWZlV7goa-9Cxgmox_NXc5bXprEXOq0SQSdvx4w5Yjx8U0578Gn/s1600/SANY2829.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502019542920253026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8LJIBbEBvsDFNXebgAibtbb4ggTYhD7KTFmwIQEK3HlMPTMx0DLmYUFBy5OieO2JZpWNYrukLW6CMKmGjTsoAm-w8gBWZlV7goa-9Cxgmox_NXc5bXprEXOq0SQSdvx4w5Yjx8U0578Gn/s320/SANY2829.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>The Durham'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486071387655026689noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974930263835174608.post-47443650374270660962010-04-06T16:15:00.000-07:002010-04-06T16:46:51.562-07:00JUMP!<div align="center">Let me just start by saying a big "Hallelujah!" that Brayden James is here and I am no longer hauling this pregnant body up and down my stairs! :) He is one of the most beautiful, sweet spirited children, and we have enjoyed him so much in the last 2 weeks. It just feels like we are complete now, and by complete I mean, "run mama ragged between 4 little ones" complete! HA! That's a great feeling:)<br />The last few months have certainly not been without their challenges, and I will be the first to say that choosing to fight sometimes made me weary. The details are just details, and not really needed here, but as a whole, I will say that I welcomed this new season with open arms......and alot of green energy tea:) We are settled in to our home and grateful to be passed the moving in stage. Monty is managing his office now, and walking in so much grace it's mind blowing. Let me take a few sentences just to say what an absolutely incredible man he is! You know, many people lose sight of treating their family as good as they treat those around them, but I can honestly say, that man treats us better than anyone I have ever come in contact with. When he's here, I just want to be right next to him, and when he's gone, I miss him like crazy. He is amazing.....never have I met anyone who loves the Lord with such purity and humility.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">So, back to life. Monty is enjoying this new position and doing rather well at it, if I do say so myself;) We are currently taking a "break" from homeschool until we get on a better schedule with little man, so the kids are trying to see if they can set a world record by how long they can stay outside! Seriously.....I told Monty if we chunked a tent and some food outside, they would never come in:)</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Finally, on to our current season, the "Brayden/Nana" season, as I like to call it:) My precious mother quit her job in February because she wanted to be the hands of Jesus to us.....and I mean that! I don't think she even knew how much the Lord would use her, she just knew her heart stirred to be here more and help me, and she was more than obedient to that call! I don't know what I would have done without her, and will forever be grateful for her heart. In February, she started coming for 3 or 4 days, every week, just to help around the house and be an incredible mama and grandma! She is still coming currently, and I am not sure if we remember how to do life with out her now:):) Nana, you are a gift from our Lord, and words cannot express how you have blessed us. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">So, here we are. Brayden joined us on March 22nd, after going into labor during an incredibly anointed service, and laboring all night in the most peaceful setting I have ever felt. The Lord gave me a very vivid picture during that service, of me running and jumping over this large canyon. Now, I have never done the Long Jump in track, but that is exactly what my body looked like. It felt as if He was saying that in order to move into this new season, I had to run and jump, and never look back. I felt that there are times that we walk, times we run, and times we sit still, but then there are some seasons that move you to a completely different spot, and you just have to JUMP! It was right after that when the contractions started and Brayden arrived at 5:15 in the morning, after never having a contraction closer than 2 minutes apart. We pushed one time, and he came with ease. Monty and I savored every moment of his arrival, and words can't express the beauty of the Lord in the room that night. </div><br /><div align="center">Here are a few pics from the last few weeks. Please, please remember.....there is a Mighty, Mighty Maker who designed you with intention and certainty! He is the Defender and Victor, and no matter what the enemy intends or pretends, we have a beautiful choice to walk hand in hand.....trusting all the way. Trusting through the pain, the heartache, the exhaustion and the rejoicing. You were MADE to worship and, I am of the opinion, will find little satisfaction until you know that. Bless you....may He stir your heart to JUMP and never look back!</div>The Durham'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486071387655026689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974930263835174608.post-87031954144341654922010-04-06T15:47:00.000-07:002010-04-06T16:17:07.818-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG4b7GvJpWjLnIUW1p9NRybHkBAQD5SNmrowbYIslFzoZ3XYk8kG3L6_aR9SKbdST0GzGkizfuZpVj9Afem2YPtTXoLcUM4wU5Hq8_nfmYJlilYKQh3dukPj2HqlhlgeqryHNiyfRcyLLm/s1600/032510+010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457160947531948690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG4b7GvJpWjLnIUW1p9NRybHkBAQD5SNmrowbYIslFzoZ3XYk8kG3L6_aR9SKbdST0GzGkizfuZpVj9Afem2YPtTXoLcUM4wU5Hq8_nfmYJlilYKQh3dukPj2HqlhlgeqryHNiyfRcyLLm/s320/032510+010.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjajyLFpk3PxdMyKoIMIIkMaL1LN0K12WYxThleUjgRaZHTE8rtiQDuoZ7p709Z-jTl7GCE5MswWDM8HnxLemxHgQ16923Q86QLi0BITYzgsl2uFhLFsmUHK5S0JbwctzdBxcnakXkex5sU/s1600/032510+014.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457160942969090322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjajyLFpk3PxdMyKoIMIIkMaL1LN0K12WYxThleUjgRaZHTE8rtiQDuoZ7p709Z-jTl7GCE5MswWDM8HnxLemxHgQ16923Q86QLi0BITYzgsl2uFhLFsmUHK5S0JbwctzdBxcnakXkex5sU/s320/032510+014.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOIlsibFVCaPI_4mZZ49yU56WY5ZFzOITiaGxmgwxGQePaABSNxj9LZ_8Np-83_vN476QAPpoJBV_PJHqdr98CxZ9tA0eTVRXKystnF7kM7IkFTlRQ-uolSKETcSX9c1k3LDtlZ1d3p00F/s1600/032510+015.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457160931555242162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOIlsibFVCaPI_4mZZ49yU56WY5ZFzOITiaGxmgwxGQePaABSNxj9LZ_8Np-83_vN476QAPpoJBV_PJHqdr98CxZ9tA0eTVRXKystnF7kM7IkFTlRQ-uolSKETcSX9c1k3LDtlZ1d3p00F/s320/032510+015.JPG" /></a> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457160922934141426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLDmiha-BUwoqdoUs0wxpQyah1P1JKhPa2Z8kt2lIq_1JBCgh8Gh5wILjCNmohX1acSwc-6TfFU9k8IoraVbHjWR4nQRxyTl5G0y3kbIcx91Y8bA9mCCjmwOyTMxi4jOl3MnGZtlDHGoCB/s320/032510+016.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457160375582009250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHyq3SeONRZyVt1aPDxUojFjnoJJ87wYT7xKMMEb8Ju0StzvoRn-zUsVBnVNN-ryHtZiK9c-mDN7nmnbACkv4EXW-cHhMOqPyWTbkM2Rf3K33bM6MoCXVACWqKfS4vnRcHQ6D_CSVDWA4n/s320/033010+009.JPG" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457160367922513442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinAT-Sfj8HLBTjGfVdyoqHOTYv689FO5gzgxu7UV9RP0UwkpJzHbAwTL2xhy8LIaoyf4wtBBF5opx5cjj4J8P35T-hGGfeD8qPrL8Q1WRg8b9Q8007v_305yNiRF4HfyLDrGonZVNWnJX0/s320/040510+015.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457160358595543250" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZpsiCOgdqhdn04D8JOpNzzOD62lGLWc3DHLmY5tl64SB0E3ujlKLarOXooZcNbJHzOWPNz432sjVCtMq9SK2Jj-wGHtr31-vMA6Ypt-U2NnBTmcOZqevTjB7GgKdflkzly710QUjzOw87/s320/040510+011.JPG" /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457160348156536402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgay0NcGTx5wDQ1YdqYViYxhyphenhyphen0wqqDOrEC5TJDl1Cqr-kXiAiUz3muymQoo1WVUXlbdTIl4sJfUO7Z7JL0AhWB65LMffFfd-fOVxjL804spHYluZf7YF7j_HG8vFQwhpKPiZTp1lNu3o16V/s320/040510+009.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457160340143188802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy2dSdZaAoQpDASs-8LdYRXciIKNXB-tzAwSLf535NnZT-Spgfeen7EpQhoGfMhIKsMO_W_1Ns0CLIB5E0StuCPz9oZhJVpt6qhAjbXhanBW3XWqoVU2qG90wVHBWOMwVXFwoCjRFvaG5y/s320/040510+008.JPG" /></div></div>The Durham'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486071387655026689noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974930263835174608.post-50439954361209428712009-12-11T05:53:00.000-08:002009-12-11T08:57:56.638-08:00Blog Slacker!!<div align="center">Ok, so I am totally a blog slacker!! I never thought I would have to admit that, but now I think it has gotten so bad, I must join a 12 step program;) There have been TONS of changes in the Durham house, and I feel like we are just now getting our feet back under us. Now, let's see, where to begin? Well, I guess I can just do a super quick recap, then show some cute pics of the kids.......yeah, that sounds pretty good:) First, I am getting fatter by the second and really feeling well for this fourth pregnancy:) Still having the circulation issues, but probably to be expected when I am on this number! HA! That being said, we MOVED and it was.....well, slow....slower than I ever wanted, but "lesson teaching" slow for sure. I am learning to gain some much needed patience, and drop some yucky perfectionism.....it's a good thing, just not fun. In the midst of the move, the Lord and my Nanny had a beautiful encounter, and she went to live with Him:) The house certainly became a side note, and the new revelation of Godly character and principles was laid afresh in my heart.<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">So, here we are. All settled in, meeting neighbors, hanging pictures, planning get-togethers and adjusting to STAIRS! Now, I won't harp on this point, but it must be said.....the reality of the level of "out of shapeness" I was in, slapped me in the face when I met those stairs! :) They are Holy sandpaper for me, and I love them.....I do.....I tell myself that everyday, as I climb them exactly 437 times before lunch:) </div><br /><div align="center">Kids are healthy, happy and huge! Mayce is as beautiful as ever, and the biggest helper I have ever met. Her compassion level just blows me away. Her favorite phrase is "mom, let me do that. You have a baby in your tummy. Just sit." Now, whose not gonna love that:) Bryce is still my mighty man with passion running out his ears. He loves all, and has the sweetest, most sensitive heart. To say he is a protector would be an understatement! Then, there's little Blake. He is growing like crazy, and not interested in walking in the least bit, although we politely informed him he is a year old now and could start anytime:) He is so love able, and SO inquisitive. I love to watch his eyes when he gets picked up, because they scan the room faster than lightening, taking full advantage of this new aerial view he just received to decide where he will conquer next:) All in all, we are well......and blessed. I see all the works of the Lord over the past ten years of our marriage journey, and if I think of it longer than 2 seconds, I will weep. He is good, folks, really really good. His mercies are new, His Name is strong, His power is mighty and His love is relentless.</div><br /><div align="center">Here are a few pics of what's been going on and I promise more house pics soon. Thanks for indulging the extremely long "catch-up" blog, but in a few years, I would have forgotten some of these beautiful times......so you had to put up with the wordy mama today:) Bless you!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414018755925663426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3e2C4AojMwGrVKeOagxTkJ-fnTKZ5BSpGgkIoBOarYM7BSzCJx8UtrgcRqHcRHRJkkMKIEKro2Qsre76Wfe1VRm0aCYTA4qjAsLK-Dmx_PdI4emjpCDXaJPpckHX_fGNAcN9wjWSGudO/s320/121009+027.JPG" /></div><p align="center">Pulled all the Christmas decor out for the new house:) YAYY!</p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414018730971439794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjic82QMxe48REaEfkkMPRlWrPK1USgDU5OiPDJKbnH_JlHqJLWJcD4wjX99iPbvYQ76jBQDQQ_U2S50l8o2kbEL_nY41nyHlivdWL-AdQwIeEoq8HrXzWhSqI9ioxY-aU7AwATCgGuwOhs/s320/121009+007.JPG" /></p><p align="center">Blake after his first haircut:) He did so good!</p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414018744716246034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDXp06qabcqV5eFTFqcKK4aR8du-HhCGy-st7ludO7aUS0H84A1xDHQPqIZeNLSLuzy00gzdL973XigfMyp0tzlh8dUlEpQYfG1NpVpVhmFYjYZ3Efge1yuo8mXBGODzZTFDR5xqQ54_cL/s320/121009+025.JPG" /></p><p align="center">He also figured out how to put his lunch in that new hair cut:)</p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414018743727342626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVc7IvWmiCIXGMv0QA0OKNuf0M0gbWjBFE4CNA0V8lpxmYEJjIbkxNLRUDG9z7KGUPkZy9jiMCQotcYpC2m-7YnTlckBdWLQbBHw9XKOqKBpIPaf5HKZPTmdaIlokW_61s-oNnknSsvm-O/s320/121009+021.JPG" /></p><p align="center">Bryce practicing some "new tricks," as he calls it, on his bike. Notice we do all said "tricks" while bike is completely still! HA!<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414018732378519074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh51vpDginVkwFyzOQa9KUgdGYByaikqJdrlG0XaL4rC3NVZRgMymnTPlZWDaF3LSXljxakKcFG223IGj6d5yDKp6KFHsS-86CnZvQZT9X1s6qbxeTVERZsja9tlP7pWATWF-7dp6qfYxdG/s320/121009+010.JPG" /></p><p align="center">Our first snow (well, kindof) in the new house:)</p><p></p><p></p>The Durham'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486071387655026689noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974930263835174608.post-48677104236233993212009-11-09T07:51:00.000-08:002009-11-09T09:16:18.042-08:00One Crazy Weekend!<div align="center">What a crazy weekend we had!! My mom came down on Thursday night to help me get a jump start on my packing, so Friday we hit the ground running. I had noticed that Mayce had been acting a little different on Thursday, but just thought she was a little tired. On Friday, she seemed a little grumpy and did not eat really well. Now, for the past week and a half, the nasty stomach bug had filtered through both of my boys, but it was fairly mild and went quickly. It had been a week since anyone was sick, so I thought we were in the clear:) Well, we went to bed a little late Friday night, and Mayce wanted her Nana to sleep with her. We had all been asleep about 2 hours when I noticed the hall light and bathroom light come on suddenly. I jumped out of bed to find my mom cleaning off sheets, pillows and clothes because Mayce had gotten sick in the bed. She was laying on the couch, and in the short time it took me to get to her from asking what was going on, she had gotten sick again! My heart broke in a million pieces for her, because she was just miserable. She continued to throw up for the next 3 hours about every 15 to 20 minutes. After the first 5 times, I began to call our pediatrician and the ER. When her doctor called back at 3:30 am, she ordered her a RX for nausea. She took one and fell asleep, with me sleeping on the floor next to her bed. She literally turned over every 5 minutes, and it was very obvious she was hurting. By 6 am the next day, she woke up with a 102 fever and pain. She was very miserable and very sick. I still thought she had a really bad stomach bug, so we began to try the popsicle/juice route for the next few hours. However, I could not get her to try much and her fever was increasing. About 6 pm that night, Monty and I decided to take her to Cooks Urgent Care, and I am more grateful to our Heavenly Father for that wisdom than you will ever know! After an IV, blood samples, Strep test, H*N* test, x-rays, and u-sample, we were very surprised to find out she had a UTI with the main infection being in the upper part causing pain. Needless to say, we were relieved it was not her appendix or any other flu, but we knew this was very painful:( The doctor felt that she might have had a virus too, so all the way around, she was pretty sick. Our experience there, despite all the tests, could not have been more peaceful, and we were blessed by two beautiful nurses who passionately loved the Lord and detected His Spirit in Mayce's little heart. Isn't it amazing how His Spirit just draws "all men to Himself?!" One nurse asked Mayce what her favorite book to read was and she answered "Luke.....from the bible." She just smiled and said "mine are Acts and Romans!" They, then, began to talk about their favorite scriptures:) What a sweet and comforting moment He provided. We ended up coming home around 11:30 pm, after receiving some fluids, antibiotics and nausea meds. I would love to report that she was 100% the next day, but sadly, this will be a few days of recovery. She still has not eaten well, but I am sure in the next few days, we will be up and running:) In fact, her Nana took matters in her own hands this morning and offered her a dollar to eat some toast.....and let's just say, Mayce is a little richer today! HA! Thanks for all the prayers from our dear friends, and thank you, Nana, for serving us and being such a blessing through this entire process!! Please be encouraged today in knowing our God IS a "strong tower for the righteous to run too" and an "ever-present help in our time of need!":)<br /></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402138445420231810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipSZxuRxgt4lRBE0AeA8J-wxFDODjoHGK_bkwPA2ZawH_7BhW_MVh_1i9wrHe6ryEgJW78QYFupHL5JL2olS6ePl_ZiWHtXNxjoTIy2Toib2MU2-md0YbHk-I1AUYK6wD3_CVJ61Hk36jP/s320/mayce+hospital.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">This was soon after she recieved her IV, which she was such a trooper for:) </div><div align="center">(sorry pic is so blurry, all I had was my phone camera)</div>The Durham'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486071387655026689noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974930263835174608.post-46328824086545038552009-10-27T08:51:00.000-07:002009-10-27T09:24:05.911-07:00Durham Family....come out, come out, wherever you are!!<div align="center">Well, it's been a while since we've been in the blog world, so I thought I would post of few pics of what we have been up to:) Sadly, for a months worth of time, it's not a whole lot, but I forget to take pictures often.....pregnancy brain!! HA! By the way, we are also excited to announce that sweet Durham #4 will be a BOY!! Bring on the quarter backs! We will also be moving in the next 30 days and we are absolutely THRILLED about that:) The kids are so ready for more room and I will try to take some pictures of that little adventure;) Be blessed in His presence today, as you seek to fulfill His beautiful plan for your life.....the joy of that journey will overwhelm you! </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGCNs7HxxdvzSj-kxhzNSJztHmUf5jQRda7qk3rBDuUcj9FW7jS1cZUml9HQYhtx6MtcgTx-SUsaDwQJelHOfpfOXH8xugmuSc2LCcBYZnhyiFBVoF13GuAYbVthM6MnuHnDTE7iRyatX7/s1600-h/101509+006.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397309456201909314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGCNs7HxxdvzSj-kxhzNSJztHmUf5jQRda7qk3rBDuUcj9FW7jS1cZUml9HQYhtx6MtcgTx-SUsaDwQJelHOfpfOXH8xugmuSc2LCcBYZnhyiFBVoF13GuAYbVthM6MnuHnDTE7iRyatX7/s320/101509+006.JPG" border="0" /></a> Trying to hit the park when it's nice out. This particular day, the kids totally cracked me up! Mayce and Bryce really wanted to play with these bigger kids and were kindof being snubbed until the big kids made a big mistake....stopped to have a play plan meeting! HA! Mayce jumped right in the middle and asked them why they were not letting the younger kids play and suggested an idea of how everyone could play together. In about 5 seconds this group began to take the lead from a 5 year old and the rest is history! Too funny....her daddy was proud:)</div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397309460964846386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAeLU7yCMh3sQ0rnVF8GW2lCGHcn584e0Prz1TTIzck759WZ2pSGLThqCXktzLUBcJxu93KRNKnoKTZCBnhjriUK6tlSG3cqXX-yIx-FReTPDq7rC-fb9qE5whuaaCSaHo4kneQB0LkjaW/s320/101509+005.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">Blake enjoying his park experience:) Love the sun grins!<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397309467184926162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIni0NmXON1_Abzok9vmPYfzKOsgiAPd10oepOrhnlHooBBTwUW07ug2Nas3ddzqpUmDhfZsxu3DwZralj1Tnsy7aWTyikiWfu-eCXW25RuqDeQ2pc7TYXGfPMr3tdR6IYYipFSme8kKYW/s320/101509+009.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">We've also enjoyed digging for worms and trying to sneak them in and show mama.....nasty:)<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397309470518219858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWmBrZauac752pWwyMWSqAF455kldEmvb4CTnzzhu2p5IE00-KtPKxzirnqRpelSdi4ear6nkjU_qCb0waScvDKIleSVN0RKsA-oavEgOc6FIYOoe-Nr9sObX2nBZLwQFPk66jXWiDKNVd/s320/101509+032.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">I have mentioned before how much Blake enjoys being outside, and not much has changed:) We also like to sample the diverse pallet of "food" that the ground has to offer! HA!<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397309479005662114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9m-5GWgk4orFxTMPA09J9tGS3564u3DJFLwJndoRoHhBOPw3TRIIdn5SKjT_cOapwYa171p_LWIWjgVCs2XenTEScT6UsFN_5gUpDEvRa3r5lzPLg6Ef0XbP1EUh9Es_LtNk1VwEvOBxi/s320/101509+039.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397310242358284466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuGpO4K9LjwnvwcHOyNsnzPrAlF5XxXM_jh1bxFsfzT96hFEZogSapEAm6lDlIZTVjdfKzP7gEHhf0_yBnv9-bOd-qUoRJlghR_rXXEJFIxLFU6nbUH8RoeKBcYFazmkkDxFt-ccf2qlx8/s320/101509+046.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Lastly, we have been teaching our 11 month old to read......what? doesn't everyone do this??? JUST KIDDING! I just found him sitting in this chair one day and it was too cute to pass up throwing a book in front of him:) This lasted a grand total of 5 seconds!! </p>The Durham'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486071387655026689noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974930263835174608.post-56900150642520375902009-09-29T08:37:00.000-07:002009-09-29T08:52:07.440-07:00In Your Midst!<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">"Praise the Lord, call upon His name; Declare His deeds among the peoples, make mention that His Name is exalted. Sing to the Lord, for He has done excellent things; This is known in all the earth. Cry out and shout, O inhabitant of Zion,</span> </div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">for great is the Holy One of Israel in your midst!"</span></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">(Isaiah 12:4-6)</span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center">May you be blessed to know that your Heavenly Father is in YOUR midst today, fighting on your behalf, cradling your heart, and whispering love songs in your ear!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Here's a little bit of my "squishy" to bless you even more:) (Eight teeth and all!) May you be blessed beyond measure knowing you are loved and you are wanted!!</div><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386916593817877346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggnWsDhViwFb6IeE5YG-Dx6aVhCUpIpLt4_UkT7VVaYPEy-k9Odcmszudh8o8i9McHFAGVGd3ajH125-rTfpCEMZgkFrGz5mXcjWNfIhrwlA2hlyqqIxnuFwL4Ggmwx1ZItlloef4-tAED/s320/091709+014.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"></div>The Durham'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486071387655026689noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974930263835174608.post-52657629123731073312009-09-21T14:08:00.000-07:002009-09-21T14:37:52.455-07:00Birthday Bashes!!<div align="center">So, I turned the big 3-0 this weekend and I could hardly believe it! It seems like since I have been having sweet babies, the years are just slipping by:) I wanted to share some of the incredibly sweet things that my husband did, as well as, some of my very precious friends! First of all, Monty arranged for our little ones to go to Nana and Pops house for 4 days, then he took off Friday so we could just have fun:) We ate out, looked for houses , ate out some more, slept in, then ate out some more:) On Friday night, he asked me to get ready because we had surprise dinner reservations at 6 pm. Well, when I walked out to get in my car, my two precious friends Krista and Becky were waiting there to whisk me away for a girls night out...too fun! We ate at a fabulous Italian restaurant then went to a movie. Thanks girls!! Then on Saturday, we woke up early to look at as many houses as we could, and Monty surprised me before we left with a beautiful book he had made. It was filled with letters from the amazing women in my life, and was intended to overwhelm me with encouragement and love......it WORKED!! I have never read sweeter words and I was absolutely blown away with this act of thoughtfulness! Thank you, baby, for loving me so much that you think of ideas like this. Thank you, Becky and Krista, for being his hands and compiling such a memorable gift! Later that night, Monty had one more surprise up his sleeve as we arrived at a restaurant to meet "1 couple!" (haha) As I walked in, I was honored to find all of our closest friends and my sweet in laws there to celebrate:) After we left there, we went to Krista's for some fabulous homemade cheesecake with any topping creation you could imagine! Needless to say, this was an incredible birthday and I am so very very grateful!! Thank you, Monty, for being YOU and for putting so much effort into your relationship with Jesus, that your heart is truly a gift to anyone you know:) I am honored to be married to you!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">(I am sorry I don't have any more pictures than this, but I never had my camera with me on my "surprise" trips:)</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384035662008035650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXotgJWKer6FcMvKSxqC1fHPldWdC2urYNQiap0jLmR9zLw73IlMpH3zCyE4LuNp4P-3K6OOzyeqjUsnRRLGU9YzK4ZFi2LygXmHuw8K8Rij1UQg6iAULdKFm0EEpFsJeX72vyzWpZN0Bv/s320/091709+019.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Monty brought me this gorgeous arrangement of 30 roses on my actual birthday! I LOVE flowers!</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384035669156583442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTB70L0Kl-6LSWFOSTqpMfWYgcX8pyABZKdQSsLNLdDXBNrsfD4cJnGzrh__XYyvsziEKq8gB9_w6tEaHPUqm3NQYzkW4ruT9j0PoK6CfvgX2366cTNmfsE5gbKJvvNxDb0yIDI820srkL/s320/091709+021.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384035677123864674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCQXOndv2siJngH5Kdr58Um_ln28kDL_51QRhQc638xywl5u9t4OsoNSTdWk4xa4IvBtIRQ0sJ9aYi7wp1kQpvGMdA6E70DaQKO0xsn51bG1A-2A04-es3dQsE4wNBABgGldlumvDA35JY/s320/091709+022.JPG" border="0" /></div>The Durham'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486071387655026689noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974930263835174608.post-5580477338923608242009-09-09T06:16:00.001-07:002009-09-09T06:52:30.103-07:00I Smell As Good As.....<div style="text-align: center;">Something you need to know about Bryce is he has a super sensitive, go-go gadget, sense of smell! He LOVES when things smell good, and lets it be known when something, or someone, does not smell to his satisfaction. For instance, if I was a little slow to taking my shower one day, he will scoot up beside me, snuggle up, and in his sweetest voice say "mama, you don't smell very good." Yes, it always creates such a beautiful moment between us:) haha!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, the other night, my "acute sense of smell" boy got out of the bath and was proceeding to put his clothes on when I heard this declaration from the bathroom..."MAMA, I smell so good.....I smell as good as God!" Lofty, I know, but absolutely precious! And, knowing of Bryce's many phenomenal moments with His Heavenly Father, I have no doubt that when He would "taste and see" of the Lord....He would probably smell Him too:) </div>The Durham'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486071387655026689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974930263835174608.post-65128510219292782032009-08-23T13:50:00.000-07:002009-08-23T14:46:57.664-07:00Dinner Time<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">Here's what the Lord showed me today. Hope it encourages you as much as it did me. Basically, this is a VERY quiet time of life for me with three little ones and one on the way. I mean, let's face it, not many people want to do a play date or lunch date with such a big crew and I can completely understand that:) We are a little limited as to how we can be involved and that's just how it is. So, for now, it seems a little quiet and lonely at times. I was asking Him this morning for some encouragement during this season and this is what He said. Why am I not surprised that it was focused inward instead of outward! HA! Simple in concept....but that's the way my mind works, so that's the way He speaks to me:) </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">I am realizing that if I am not "eating the book" that I am self condemning, lost and insecure. If I am not digesting His every word, then I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">immediately</span> focus inward, see ALL the shortcomings and miss the "moments." But, when I "taste and see" my senses are overloaded and I wonder how I ever survived without it. If just stuck with self, I would be a miserable being, but to know there is more, more that I can do that has nothing to do with my gain or recognition, well then, there's peace like I've never known. He shows me, little by little, that I don't need to know every <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">facet</span> of my life calling at this very moment. I just need to wake up and ask Him to make me a blessing to someone, somewhere, and He will lay out the rest when He's ready. He asks me to scoot my chair up, put my napkin in my lap and eat like I have never eaten before.....eat the feast that only He knows how to prepare!</div><div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtTMohU9wq_ODyYJErw1ofkCNAKMI92dNd7ORMDh_BUq7hy17W3ZplhrUYr8_IWn6TSKnu6foUwXsA9nY6ESRbYO_9rLSAoHUi-shWTenMF0cEvCIkq2B_aG5f3JQI8N3OI-STtiLueeuh/s320/P1010080.JPG" alt="" border="0" /></div>The Durham'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486071387655026689noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974930263835174608.post-65540629745859828362009-08-04T07:48:00.000-07:002009-08-07T14:03:36.033-07:00Two "Fun Filled" Weeks!!<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "><div style="text-align: center; ">So, it's been a LOOOOONNNGG two weeks at the Durham house!! It started off simply divine, with my wonderful, handsome, magnificent husband surprising me for our 9th anniversary and whisking me away to the Gaylord Texan for two nights!! It was an amazing surprise filled with 3 days of re-focusing on our family vision, eating wonderful food, catching a movie and shopping! Thank you, honey...I LOVE YOU! My sweet in-laws were so gracious to drive all the way to our home and stay with our kids:) It was so nice to not have to pack everyone up and send them somewhere:) Thank you so much Grammie and Gramps!</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Well, our beautiful weekend was quickly interrupted when we came home on Sunday to all 3 kids feeling a little under the weather. We just thought they had colds until that night when we realized Mayce and Bryce had contracted some NASTY virus that shot their fever to 102! On Monday, I took all 3 to the doctor, and as I pulled up, the Lord decided to open up the sky and pour down sheets of rain! Now, I love rain as much as the next girl, but there was no parking space close, and all of my kids were not happy campers. We were completely drenched by the time we reached the door, and Mayce had started to cry because she began to feel sick to her stomach. By this time, I was praying for some serious GRACE!! We got into the doctor, and found out that Mayce and Bryce had canker sores covering their throat....ouch! I could not get them to eat or drink much for the next three days, and sleeping was in short supply. I felt so sorry for my babies! They were miserable! Well, by that Friday they were much better, so we decided to head out of town for my family reunion. We drove 5 hours Friday night and arrived at 11:30 pm. Everyone seemed to be doing well, but on Saturday I began to notice a little difference in my sweet Blake. And to make a long story short, by Monday, he had full blown sores all down his throat, which equalled NO FUN! He was miserable and could not sleep or eat well for 3 days. So, we are now all officially better and SO grateful this is all out of the Durham house!! Thank you, Father, for your grace and strength!</div><div style="text-align: center; ">I have posted some pictures from our tremendous "get away," and informed my husband that I could handle one of these little excursions about once a month! HA!</div></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7-NImIR_Nn1MB_2i5my80tKqU9TcL_DruW-qtYsr9aVHoovIVZLeW2afccdLT4RIBcNMJbvV844cPkSIUuwGxlo1nU_95zorfD_Ex4iLFyA920cswor6eu62iBvANFk8dvxwNZkUenPhl/s1600-h/SANY1408.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7-NImIR_Nn1MB_2i5my80tKqU9TcL_DruW-qtYsr9aVHoovIVZLeW2afccdLT4RIBcNMJbvV844cPkSIUuwGxlo1nU_95zorfD_Ex4iLFyA920cswor6eu62iBvANFk8dvxwNZkUenPhl/s320/SANY1408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367329073572784242" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvfXiCp0Hgz3p03wgn81ioPoieV0eu7yYXtKNjmag3PQv6qD_ztGG4t8naF2fbPVY028sRBfIKgtpjRuTAvrCfZ50eNPyDYUIYKKdlXtyQsCzTfTFa5V_UPULOhbfK3sf-0K0bdojtTG3x/s1600-h/SANY1402.JPG"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkoiESpZR8IWWEmu50OO-88hSR0_E8vfgCBIKnDjci2y1-3ysIbH1efiBwQ4xIm3Lr_-WWOKaUp-orHNDu1_IYB6WDr1U3cX2DTxETxg0K4txgqUri0Evp0dR7hpKMLJQu8GG0sHv18prO/s320/SANY1378.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367328825345654850" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">It was so nice to just sit and read the paper....not something we get to do to often these days:)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgms2bP1Nd7oaelo346SKOH90Ir4zPBIszUE8rxMCDXfTRGvjSrTbjq42yOQjd1pVqAFwVsRyLD45odP3FQjtHF665bUrDyDV6L8ZKUhTw6V-QDYq5YEA7Q4e8RifbyggOcf_laxdAOkfds/s1600-h/SANY1376.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgms2bP1Nd7oaelo346SKOH90Ir4zPBIszUE8rxMCDXfTRGvjSrTbjq42yOQjd1pVqAFwVsRyLD45odP3FQjtHF665bUrDyDV6L8ZKUhTw6V-QDYq5YEA7Q4e8RifbyggOcf_laxdAOkfds/s320/SANY1376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367328816565139954" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbPfeadpTa9x336ssuWjNrMUGNPnwibIr8bmWMkVMQofG3I8r99q4FKEUat3U7QqyhJzommaoUlaz9zyJYVmiaxgy6UzlPsXMSLwHHpMkr3WiSVe4oPiEL1Eqps8zMyDa7KgMlWSSebFAr/s1600-h/SANY1374.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbPfeadpTa9x336ssuWjNrMUGNPnwibIr8bmWMkVMQofG3I8r99q4FKEUat3U7QqyhJzommaoUlaz9zyJYVmiaxgy6UzlPsXMSLwHHpMkr3WiSVe4oPiEL1Eqps8zMyDa7KgMlWSSebFAr/s320/SANY1374.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367328806057814162" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzSzs9qDIvndvITabWfUAxXrwZgdRoJSoYUSl-xibiiEAMpWlNDTSan7ZQ4RZO67IRXN4mSn5tF0vzpm40YSwu2f6oEN0SS3TBgmhDSmxt_9WgB9QzH2VvKVQgK2aO0_2TZ4wcgzafXgSJ/s1600-h/SANY1372.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzSzs9qDIvndvITabWfUAxXrwZgdRoJSoYUSl-xibiiEAMpWlNDTSan7ZQ4RZO67IRXN4mSn5tF0vzpm40YSwu2f6oEN0SS3TBgmhDSmxt_9WgB9QzH2VvKVQgK2aO0_2TZ4wcgzafXgSJ/s320/SANY1372.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367328796960635762" /></a>The Durham'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486071387655026689noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974930263835174608.post-80388619400221326052009-07-21T08:09:00.000-07:002009-07-21T11:53:48.704-07:00Good Friends, Good Times, GOOD GRIEF!!<div style="text-align: center;">We've been pretty busy around here, so I thought I would do a "one post" catch up:) God is faithful, friends....do you know that? He continues to blow our expectations out of the water and exceed any ideas we could ever have! I LOVE that His glory will be made known, and I pray your are seeing little glimpses of that today!! Blessings!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:24px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">GOOD FRIENDS:</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Jennifer, Jessilyn and Reese Johnson stopped by for a little visit! They are from Midland and it is always SOOO good to see them!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTaoubaHijk5uC-kRrWydMpKm8a9gSkk1Lin2fBlAiTAYQFPwb4AWCoomkocSqUGFXxpD4kFVx2aaVRqiX2b3C2skqhMOb9WyuxB7UYEXzpNW2-cfDnDVT0oKaOdSnyj-mpypZPSn-mM-u/s1600-h/SANY1365.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTaoubaHijk5uC-kRrWydMpKm8a9gSkk1Lin2fBlAiTAYQFPwb4AWCoomkocSqUGFXxpD4kFVx2aaVRqiX2b3C2skqhMOb9WyuxB7UYEXzpNW2-cfDnDVT0oKaOdSnyj-mpypZPSn-mM-u/s320/SANY1365.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360931440230059106" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Bryce and Reese</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikVItChBH1Ew4dwMtzT3sqKxieGAex6NzpDXAY482GD6SZKaq1l0_Jj5nlFZqIh8VXDHZTy28vNGDLqrlSTk2zrzlZ1t1ZLVuC0yJ66hYwLSdz-wRyQyjeO8Da4M3NWFCG78N28ZiRfbmQ/s1600-h/SANY1364.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikVItChBH1Ew4dwMtzT3sqKxieGAex6NzpDXAY482GD6SZKaq1l0_Jj5nlFZqIh8VXDHZTy28vNGDLqrlSTk2zrzlZ1t1ZLVuC0yJ66hYwLSdz-wRyQyjeO8Da4M3NWFCG78N28ZiRfbmQ/s320/SANY1364.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360931428341897058" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Jessilyn and Mayce</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:24px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">GOOD TIMES:</span></b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgcxb6rZDUDt38_0G6W4mQWKe8r_TMXfUpoVq48flCVMYhqc9qpgm2wne8pOO4Li2SOdRm9gevfhEDqoT8w7bFCN2DESyxMnWEldyGQKeTxiLGGDkVvbpVxVj_fpdyrtXYv-f6eg7nPjyZ/s1600-h/SANY1355.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgcxb6rZDUDt38_0G6W4mQWKe8r_TMXfUpoVq48flCVMYhqc9qpgm2wne8pOO4Li2SOdRm9gevfhEDqoT8w7bFCN2DESyxMnWEldyGQKeTxiLGGDkVvbpVxVj_fpdyrtXYv-f6eg7nPjyZ/s320/SANY1355.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360931426781735506" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">My sweet hubby brought me these one night after one of those "long" days:) They were accompanied by a movie, cherry coke (my favorite) and chocolate! Now, that's a good man right there!!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggWd74X78smBN7JWZ6TyWKto9nIcqt33sBTGXLsO3pJ26T_JkCfanKUSGhhwpe9YsPaoC92qnFiW_TbTMmALtpBkoK1z1hpB2rajm5wQu-f6ILk_L1rVBReIHOUIF3OI7czvSqMiAQwWtx/s1600-h/SANY1348.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggWd74X78smBN7JWZ6TyWKto9nIcqt33sBTGXLsO3pJ26T_JkCfanKUSGhhwpe9YsPaoC92qnFiW_TbTMmALtpBkoK1z1hpB2rajm5wQu-f6ILk_L1rVBReIHOUIF3OI7czvSqMiAQwWtx/s320/SANY1348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360931251977068050" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Yes, it's true, my chunky monkey is 8 MONTHS OLD, and eatin' Ritz like nobodies business:)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6RQ_VX3qUA3a3M3yHdM31JZKRiES_m8YTo7LELA2cOq4UMxmhL7c0SzHZnkrnxjwH-Kq0zAOAXeAfNOPNTkbTfVUQhAuoCf1QQ2J9XuAOsiDJa8VSzblpx0lge1CZm_MXnE3gBPovKD7s/s1600-h/SANY1346.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6RQ_VX3qUA3a3M3yHdM31JZKRiES_m8YTo7LELA2cOq4UMxmhL7c0SzHZnkrnxjwH-Kq0zAOAXeAfNOPNTkbTfVUQhAuoCf1QQ2J9XuAOsiDJa8VSzblpx0lge1CZm_MXnE3gBPovKD7s/s320/SANY1346.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360931240129397234" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Mayce and Blake had some bonding time the other day while Bryce was sleeping, so she decided he needed to be a super hero with her and get in her cape:) This just about sent him over the happy edge!!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrMgn1UD2VVQUxy3QjO488rD1ylHD5FHWfRzC6C73Y-xvwBWedEqtX2BQJL3P49BiwU1q5pcB6VePBEJyMLoa3AOFM07NFb7e5IaNAB08gNMwOXFJlqyUKdTkiTQxWrbfieJCRf-Mj1Di6/s1600-h/SANY1360.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrMgn1UD2VVQUxy3QjO488rD1ylHD5FHWfRzC6C73Y-xvwBWedEqtX2BQJL3P49BiwU1q5pcB6VePBEJyMLoa3AOFM07NFb7e5IaNAB08gNMwOXFJlqyUKdTkiTQxWrbfieJCRf-Mj1Di6/s320/SANY1360.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360931235578085602" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">NANA AND POPS....WE LOVE YOU! Our Nana and Pops surprised us last week for a little day visit, and the kids were elated! We had sooo much fun, and have NO DOUBT, we did go to </div><div style="text-align: center;">Chuck E Cheese!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:24px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">GOOD GRIEF!!!</span></b></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijkrJHlvDlWWoOyNeBNJhyphenhyphenM2KFkH1EtS7yWaxyGFOp6ExHZVPsDup5CvpKzI0LmpJv6ST51nyix_0pq9bfTdBJBZdlB_Tas01vKGrIxWgjF5RJ3vowWPZ3nhYTtKq-8FFcHqb6Akuu5X8f/s1600-h/SANY1361.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijkrJHlvDlWWoOyNeBNJhyphenhyphenM2KFkH1EtS7yWaxyGFOp6ExHZVPsDup5CvpKzI0LmpJv6ST51nyix_0pq9bfTdBJBZdlB_Tas01vKGrIxWgjF5RJ3vowWPZ3nhYTtKq-8FFcHqb6Akuu5X8f/s320/SANY1361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360931233831795554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">There are no words, folks....no words.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZWoG5D6nCDTf6IQzjrRH3TGFP-ySnhQU3kKqbL0ERDOdcDg04qTlOYYZvF1C9jBErLTwrp67GQFE8WHb8V6t1s3PlUmax0Ohf1r2gUMBrmLiF9lKrdnqZGfDbYR5tpKre9KV7bI_Pw-gH/s1600-h/SANY1369.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZWoG5D6nCDTf6IQzjrRH3TGFP-ySnhQU3kKqbL0ERDOdcDg04qTlOYYZvF1C9jBErLTwrp67GQFE8WHb8V6t1s3PlUmax0Ohf1r2gUMBrmLiF9lKrdnqZGfDbYR5tpKre9KV7bI_Pw-gH/s320/SANY1369.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360931230261481954" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Lastly, and certainly LEAST, would be this little treasure that my parents so graciously brought for my children, shipped directly from Sodom and Gomorrah, I am sure! It is by far the most annoying duck whistle thing I have ever encountered:) We now must be wearing our bills as we ride our bikes and let everyone know within a 10 mile radius we are coming....thank you mom and dad:)</div>The Durham'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486071387655026689noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974930263835174608.post-20820367413405963172009-07-08T13:31:00.000-07:002009-07-08T15:46:29.597-07:00San Antonio Pics:)<div style="text-align: center;">Here are the pictures from the last day in San Antonio:) May all of the Sea World pictures rest in peace! HA! These are from the fantastic Children's Museum in downtown San Antonio and some from the hotel and pool:)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0MLmva-lcPdwOPaA74WHT1jX7W1EoZwCbz9i5nUbMtvCUXiVg_Lre3-CdrWBAmY6qUM3gjO7LuW8EmHXWVc_owJEFtHxonsO5EVlWafh4caJaVrL352k0UxT0DgocV9YNHY4JXc4coVRW/s200/SANY1326.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356191980088377122" /><div style="text-align: center;">The day we left</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiugFVTvrcmfKSE86ZyDqhpnk5rCEoST2onzumC3_ZFVm_idK-7TuRZ_atPlecP_GdmjfUWp7YhWlNiH2fa3nYc6F8wFHPXIDgGPuHWs5BN78dc940MQuNQgNZTJb21SwnzuQNa0fe_LdCP/s1600-h/SANY1325.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiugFVTvrcmfKSE86ZyDqhpnk5rCEoST2onzumC3_ZFVm_idK-7TuRZ_atPlecP_GdmjfUWp7YhWlNiH2fa3nYc6F8wFHPXIDgGPuHWs5BN78dc940MQuNQgNZTJb21SwnzuQNa0fe_LdCP/s1600-h/SANY1325.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiugFVTvrcmfKSE86ZyDqhpnk5rCEoST2onzumC3_ZFVm_idK-7TuRZ_atPlecP_GdmjfUWp7YhWlNiH2fa3nYc6F8wFHPXIDgGPuHWs5BN78dc940MQuNQgNZTJb21SwnzuQNa0fe_LdCP/s200/SANY1325.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356191978720099362" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWHjP2H56mhdsedTjBrcMRvDHrz4GRW4or3flvxokjxtQe1QrBREZyTpWqlJnMFjdV_3Ia4prMKmp87mFIpYakqpCeRaYCpTEEHAgouWr1RN273POl0pVDSn2gbaTgngQsvkxJ8lGLZFc4/s1600-h/SANY1321.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWHjP2H56mhdsedTjBrcMRvDHrz4GRW4or3flvxokjxtQe1QrBREZyTpWqlJnMFjdV_3Ia4prMKmp87mFIpYakqpCeRaYCpTEEHAgouWr1RN273POl0pVDSn2gbaTgngQsvkxJ8lGLZFc4/s200/SANY1321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356191973495991186" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Our room</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfPzciNFpvcf-GYKvyFdSszShQRHbuUrGc-PrZ2vyZg18PsVsFfMKlcqsUnZPiPDjTB9IWGKhpUa0ZSDWs50Wg75iSfgwrW9z3wxVCEyd7eTMBGN_xCjsesOgEkpdCuSB06XFDV90TOJ7Y/s1600-h/SANY1317.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfPzciNFpvcf-GYKvyFdSszShQRHbuUrGc-PrZ2vyZg18PsVsFfMKlcqsUnZPiPDjTB9IWGKhpUa0ZSDWs50Wg75iSfgwrW9z3wxVCEyd7eTMBGN_xCjsesOgEkpdCuSB06XFDV90TOJ7Y/s200/SANY1317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356191969894220098" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">They were worn out by the last day:)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnibCf4lfa5wt1ooFzfB41JcDjhORVF_A9yjOeikFmgytG0GCFMog-wZjdaqAKr5pp5OkUoSWzsX9gKR6fxpP1_gdA4HiwXLQ3fxlYcr6Y2v11blaFr1WouNTrMZTikFNPmQbKmcJknDGx/s200/SANY1314.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 189px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356191418120271074" /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfRhUb2jMMq0d1ucXj2hQKyh50hyphenhyphenaudYBuYXyjnAzwpr0iWhNTYkafMoPTL3IZylaQlxwPLk1t2A4qFZ5zM3FuILV_GoeIQD-OLiQUatCR88KmEXbqbOvX8WPXhzPJ79KME1xkiZMTD-Qa/s1600-h/SANY1299.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfRhUb2jMMq0d1ucXj2hQKyh50hyphenhyphenaudYBuYXyjnAzwpr0iWhNTYkafMoPTL3IZylaQlxwPLk1t2A4qFZ5zM3FuILV_GoeIQD-OLiQUatCR88KmEXbqbOvX8WPXhzPJ79KME1xkiZMTD-Qa/s200/SANY1299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356191412628044578" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Milking the cow at the museum:)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc5z9r4qaPP10NHZ2IMWvwYyT0KsPwcX-KGOz5EjWQPeessjUFvr3kucmfRznPCsWpHuBzfu9q3Gs3EJeFYz59ZgGAD2BMikZj4pplet8Ty3tqsMZu5FF8wPnaLJVbYw6TRrDDAM9LCB3k/s1600-h/SANY1297.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc5z9r4qaPP10NHZ2IMWvwYyT0KsPwcX-KGOz5EjWQPeessjUFvr3kucmfRznPCsWpHuBzfu9q3Gs3EJeFYz59ZgGAD2BMikZj4pplet8Ty3tqsMZu5FF8wPnaLJVbYw6TRrDDAM9LCB3k/s200/SANY1297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356191409378621554" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir3qiFbkyBZym1FNB1ujaidwwc2BgjuMPacDeQdHq9OK92ZFVMe5PJY7fL9PV1E6LYvrF9e8UpQde6Jq0DAL_OEISMTF_By-DTbCohxUq-nhomp9GFL39tcCpCOQEw4vUvx1W3sLGSfgBI/s1600-h/SANY1296.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir3qiFbkyBZym1FNB1ujaidwwc2BgjuMPacDeQdHq9OK92ZFVMe5PJY7fL9PV1E6LYvrF9e8UpQde6Jq0DAL_OEISMTF_By-DTbCohxUq-nhomp9GFL39tcCpCOQEw4vUvx1W3sLGSfgBI/s200/SANY1296.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356191405574577954" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">There was a full size plane inside the museum...they loved it!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4h4-4FULCy40cU4hVy1HydT3NPV-nrHOycIQFhZLmScg2XPL9iQNMSdnYw5kaWUe6xy6omhlpXxWxxO6yyQ8XJC6i1cmQSQp-mbhyHyDpf755rf3qWMXZZSDkaWEpzBeHqUhdwycKMKRu/s1600-h/SANY1293.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4h4-4FULCy40cU4hVy1HydT3NPV-nrHOycIQFhZLmScg2XPL9iQNMSdnYw5kaWUe6xy6omhlpXxWxxO6yyQ8XJC6i1cmQSQp-mbhyHyDpf755rf3qWMXZZSDkaWEpzBeHqUhdwycKMKRu/s200/SANY1293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356191401895798866" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Human bubble maker</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLE43D377M0z1xnKt3wT7RHPnBExzGHAwJaL0AtHwwuJ9pUyu8m9uobmp3XJjslXyOjGZPa-z8E_9zquGsRSY2LwJ7VJit1wmqcu6Nhc-eFeE31WRS-GVBIWfuCUW26mZmOLTxGyXHz43f/s200/SANY1286.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356190074419469954" /><div style="text-align: center;">Riding the loader at the museum</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Mexe6aA4Jc7UYdYP3rd7hrJEWKYBEmJlJaYyLMtUbVopy_zi_pcW9ftKkdn55ohDVk6YHxC3ROm1OdeVX54GyS2j0dneSa-6q8LPRPii06nCVghiaYKJ_k9SKAm7C71oBuF0_AEzcBQc/s1600-h/SANY1285.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Mexe6aA4Jc7UYdYP3rd7hrJEWKYBEmJlJaYyLMtUbVopy_zi_pcW9ftKkdn55ohDVk6YHxC3ROm1OdeVX54GyS2j0dneSa-6q8LPRPii06nCVghiaYKJ_k9SKAm7C71oBuF0_AEzcBQc/s200/SANY1285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356190071908741762" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Bubble room</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhipx2nYy4JNlvceHwwoBj744LrVNiCLR46p3_jEr_q1oevXCpG7SCrhtXg6gadWOaTgq0pN9feYfnCXC-xZ3Voz9weQWaLIPAj0Ncf3OCi_DpoTrwjmCFyPsXgBz_9tF11Vry_2gg2LiCl/s1600-h/SANY1284.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 126px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhipx2nYy4JNlvceHwwoBj744LrVNiCLR46p3_jEr_q1oevXCpG7SCrhtXg6gadWOaTgq0pN9feYfnCXC-xZ3Voz9weQWaLIPAj0Ncf3OCi_DpoTrwjmCFyPsXgBz_9tF11Vry_2gg2LiCl/s200/SANY1284.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356190064418602258" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Old bank (working computer that Mayce LOVED)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9MFu93gyxT5w9LFoEBbEB284gdUEMcQUnVsVFcYSSBDFZzaef2QSTB_W04yp1BUHODJENjMLzjxUYWzFfTS7HmGkx4BBKMwWgDN1hwqHjFf_xUA7pp5kDgdvD2MhAd7jJqoripj-Z4F5P/s1600-h/SANY1279.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9MFu93gyxT5w9LFoEBbEB284gdUEMcQUnVsVFcYSSBDFZzaef2QSTB_W04yp1BUHODJENjMLzjxUYWzFfTS7HmGkx4BBKMwWgDN1hwqHjFf_xUA7pp5kDgdvD2MhAd7jJqoripj-Z4F5P/s200/SANY1279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356190060690169122" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Old country store</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAArgL2IoQL3A8jvKopYOAAw476W4IQ2G6Fh2BzgTw-mrUG_w9uWYQEW-LhuNLvr8LNXh6OQfOFlbq6Ystr4WRgCI-_63FCx6j1oVJVLAbtAzekB0hEbG5pDgmSrYxVSqN_Bzsul2llMvS/s1600-h/SANY1274.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 184px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAArgL2IoQL3A8jvKopYOAAw476W4IQ2G6Fh2BzgTw-mrUG_w9uWYQEW-LhuNLvr8LNXh6OQfOFlbq6Ystr4WRgCI-_63FCx6j1oVJVLAbtAzekB0hEbG5pDgmSrYxVSqN_Bzsul2llMvS/s200/SANY1274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356190058089211538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Trolley at museum</div></div>The Durham'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486071387655026689noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974930263835174608.post-63997089468077838152009-07-05T12:14:00.000-07:002009-07-05T12:21:36.521-07:00Home Sweet Home<div style="text-align: center;">Just got back from a wonderful trip to San Antonio late last night:) We had so much fun with the kids! Monty and I laughed on the way back to the hotel after the second day at Sea World, because we had NEVER seen our kids that worn out before. They were so utterly exhausted that they were just crying and laughing for no reason. It was over 100 degrees both days, and we got there at 10 am and didn't leave until 4:30 pm!! I will be posting pictures soon, but unfortunantly all the great shots we got from Sea World were accidently erased by little miss Mayce. She was taking some shots with the camera and just pushed the wrong button and there they went:( She felt so bad, so we tried to take a ton of pictures on the last day we were there:) Anyway, glad to be back....super exhausted and sunburned, kissing Blake more than he probably enjoys, and all Durham's are LOVING being back in our own beds!:)</div>The Durham'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486071387655026689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974930263835174608.post-83030831702138057002009-06-24T14:58:00.000-07:002009-06-24T15:07:11.359-07:00Please Pray<div style="text-align: center;">I am asking for prayer for my sweet friend Jan and her precious family. We have known the Greenwood Family for quite some time and would love for anyone who reads this to commit to praying for her as she walks with the Lord through this significant health journey. She will be updating her status and expressing any needs her and her family might have on her blog which is <a href="http://jangreenwood.blogspot.com">jangreenwood.blogspot.com</a>. Bless you and thank you!</div>The Durham'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486071387655026689noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974930263835174608.post-39808296013421537092009-06-17T07:35:00.000-07:002009-06-19T12:41:42.613-07:00Now, I Know:)<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div><p align="center">So, I knew my little chunky monkey LOVED going outside, but, yesterday, he graciously educated me on exactly how much he would like to experience our backyard adventures! Mayce and Bryce were outside swimming, and I was inside feeding Blake with the screen open to hear the kids. As soon as he was finished eating, he began to fuss a little and occasionally look at the door. Now, I know he is only 6 months old, but I will no longer assume the boy doesn't know exactly what he wants:) After changing his diaper, I decided to take him outside for a few minutes before his nap.....that's when he decided to educate me. As we were walking towards the door, the whining began to cease and then I realized I needed to grab my phone. So, I turn away from the door and Blake began to sob so hard, so quickly, that you would have thought someone just gave him a shot. Tears and snot immediately began to flow and he could hardly breathe. At first, I thought he was hurt, but as soon as I grabbed my phone and stepped outside, the crying stopped immediately and he gave me the following little grin as soon as his little hiney hit the swing! Wow, Blake, momma will NEVER forget that little lesson....thank you, little mister:)</p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf2eOpImn1yIeARdVwst6XMncClTEkIOxdfFSIOWNCUXAQDIkeG9yEHbPvkL5AgbxFBUe_m5BJOBWUQjGDL5XEGbORfnrw7vz0-vKq5j3AL5o0Zi_U8xb8XDU6RCecjOnGIMF-OS1Md6Tm/s1600-h/SANY1127.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf2eOpImn1yIeARdVwst6XMncClTEkIOxdfFSIOWNCUXAQDIkeG9yEHbPvkL5AgbxFBUe_m5BJOBWUQjGDL5XEGbORfnrw7vz0-vKq5j3AL5o0Zi_U8xb8XDU6RCecjOnGIMF-OS1Md6Tm/s320/SANY1127.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjxx85jKj2hWwo5Usxs16lh0uN6fCCcUkbDb2CMMG6MEPqSJ1UXFr9NkXlgDXDEZcxLgn-CV_fxTlZsXEudz6FZLcfq72Kbc-LW8gcjBq5W4f9kHPkeqdJZBhIgEzY5oh44Rlesmio_uWr/s1600-h/SANY1131.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjxx85jKj2hWwo5Usxs16lh0uN6fCCcUkbDb2CMMG6MEPqSJ1UXFr9NkXlgDXDEZcxLgn-CV_fxTlZsXEudz6FZLcfq72Kbc-LW8gcjBq5W4f9kHPkeqdJZBhIgEzY5oh44Rlesmio_uWr/s320/SANY1131.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjikMCj2BVYokY69LDbVkERSzfY7dZLZ0z0SnoGc1k1ZCzOOAyWA2X295BHZWvf-hB-eFDVEWtLA7mUUWYHihEjZVaJKY4gkKIduap2p1HtXecsm7FOat78c2XptcmmfTUyA0evqcVIIvLh/s1600-h/SANY1087.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjikMCj2BVYokY69LDbVkERSzfY7dZLZ0z0SnoGc1k1ZCzOOAyWA2X295BHZWvf-hB-eFDVEWtLA7mUUWYHihEjZVaJKY4gkKIduap2p1HtXecsm7FOat78c2XptcmmfTUyA0evqcVIIvLh/s320/SANY1087.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center">Here was one we took later on in the day.....outside, OF COURSE:):)</p>The Durham'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486071387655026689noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974930263835174608.post-59912246953114403762009-06-04T09:25:00.000-07:002009-06-04T14:38:42.920-07:00Stir It Up and Lay It Down!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGl0WC7uA0sNIeMldqTy-ZR_Dut-t8qHfokUPMSkQW0gqgaYI6HuvHZ2PcurCnNalyHOQOI_c-u2oHzbh9L8EBQlllwDPDv-yKop8CzIUOc11CxL6TVaJawq4cxRnFItxg9Q84JXyGOo5L/s1600-h/crown.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 198px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGl0WC7uA0sNIeMldqTy-ZR_Dut-t8qHfokUPMSkQW0gqgaYI6HuvHZ2PcurCnNalyHOQOI_c-u2oHzbh9L8EBQlllwDPDv-yKop8CzIUOc11CxL6TVaJawq4cxRnFItxg9Q84JXyGOo5L/s200/crown.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343588088141743378" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Have you ever heard this older worship song?</div><div style="text-align: center;"> <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">Rise Up</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">"There's a stirring deep within me. Could it be my time has come? When I'll see my gracious Savior. Face to face when all is done. Is that His voice I am hearing? </div><div style="text-align: center;">'Come away, my precious one.' Is He calling me? Is He calling me? </div><div style="text-align: center;">I will rise up! Rise up! And bow down, and lay my crowns, at His wounded feet."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ok, so you might not have ever heard it, but have you ever felt it? Do you ever wake up and feel that stirring in your gut, and you're not sure why? All you know is that your heart wants to burst inside of you, and if you just open your mouth and speak His Name, He might very well overwhelm you! All you know is that if you bow down and lay YOUR crowns at His feet, He is going to download some seriously incredible agenda right into you! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Do you realize the role that is at your fingertips to play in His plan? Do you know that the aspects of your personality, the ones that touch the heart of others, were put there by your Maker for a purpose?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">If there is one thing that really "stirs" my heart, it is that "one"....the individual....the lady who is sadly walking through the store with loneliness and insecurity written all over her. See, it's not always about the 300 that could be spoken to at once, at least it's not for me. It's about the hurting heart that He can restore one conversation at a time. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The stirring in my heart today is to encourage you to focus on the ministry right smack-dab in front of your face. The one that probably no one, besides your King, will ever know you did, but it's the one that stirs your heart to bursting....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">the one you KNOW you are called to for such a time as this. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lay your crown down, sister, and take HIS!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"You will be a <b>crown</b> of splendor in the Lord's hand, a royal diadem in the hand of your God." (Isaiah 62:3)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>The Durham'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486071387655026689noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974930263835174608.post-7607574385798623692009-06-01T09:11:00.000-07:002009-06-01T09:16:23.364-07:00A little chunk of LOVE....<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div><p align="center">....sliced right out of the <em>love cake!</em></p><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQlNCDy1s_f2X2_VYPZiAK3kdcXI52nIzlLMFMZUmvvmSPtpq-efyY8UlUHwSvSq9wpshOHncMis4eIl4je1M9Dz6roAVjDW5UHI6x3AcDqNUdjr0hOO5PZsjCe_8Sk_ne1a8z0uFRocff/s1600-h/SANY1036.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQlNCDy1s_f2X2_VYPZiAK3kdcXI52nIzlLMFMZUmvvmSPtpq-efyY8UlUHwSvSq9wpshOHncMis4eIl4je1M9Dz6roAVjDW5UHI6x3AcDqNUdjr0hOO5PZsjCe_8Sk_ne1a8z0uFRocff/s320/SANY1036.JPG" border="0" /></a></p>The Durham'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486071387655026689noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974930263835174608.post-33964495105406761582009-05-16T10:56:00.000-07:002009-05-19T16:49:44.409-07:00Happy Birthday, Bubba!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivFBUI1csksTkJx1so35zfo7EQ6eodbTGQhPZLis2VXoNNhJ6xo6xduxakzrpICg6mOYCy8FrwyG79HkoRfpl2hC3Mj4UABuFF5ppTLSXfZt3BNvPSobPrIVNYUKL0GUgDUhyiTG5101Hh/s1600-h/SANY0589.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336482530490770130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivFBUI1csksTkJx1so35zfo7EQ6eodbTGQhPZLis2VXoNNhJ6xo6xduxakzrpICg6mOYCy8FrwyG79HkoRfpl2hC3Mj4UABuFF5ppTLSXfZt3BNvPSobPrIVNYUKL0GUgDUhyiTG5101Hh/s320/SANY0589.JPG" border="0" /></a> Sweet 'Tater-</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">I can't believe you are already 4!! What a wonderful man you are turning out to be....a carbon copy of your daddy. Everyday you amaze us with the love that literally gushes out of you. For as long as I can remember, you have been our little bear cub. You love to wrap your little arms around me and daddy and just cuddle on our chest for as long as possible. I love watching the process of the Lord growing you into a little gentleman. He is so faithful, Bryce, and He already uses you more than you will ever know. There is nothing sweeter than hearing you whisper promises of protecting me in my ear when daddy is not here, and feeling your tiny arm hanging around our neck as we lay with you at night. Your concept of being filled with the love of Jesus, and generously giving it away, just blows our minds! You are more than we could have ever imagined, and you epitomize the fact that every good and perfect gift comes from Him. I can't begin to imagine how He will use you as you grow older in Him, and for the simple fact that He trusted me and daddy to shepherd you, overwhelms us. You are an athlete to the core, and have the heart of a gentle warrior....just like your daddy. We are so proud of you, buddy....what a gift you are to this world.</div>The Durham'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486071387655026689noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974930263835174608.post-88201336962151768332009-05-13T19:40:00.001-07:002009-05-13T20:19:36.414-07:00New York....NEW YORK!!!<div align="center">Soooooo......I WENT TO NEW YORK!!! It was just me and my baby and it was a blast! We were blessed with this trip from the wonderful company, Paycom, that Monty works for and it was fantastic. They packed in just about as much as they possibly could and we were literally exhausted after our 5 day adventure. Here are a ridiculous amount of pictures for one blog.....but be glad, this is only a THIRD of them:):) </div><div align="center">Bless you as you seek His face in all you do....He is faithful, He is precious, He IS.<br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335507935792014642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDmpiUg_8W0ZDntOGgXGQmzGe5DE8uW54UtEGW27mFcYbr0YD7Yaw17b6ZLdGFGIZlWfusDLf49fP74FCSjsoDAj-4vbk8ebTy6pxAlu144O9zBFyT5Tt5LxgSj8VyN4Krl0Zx2tJl1M5s/s320/SANY0804.JPG" border="0" />The dinner cruise/awards ceremony<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335507936424746994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4PwYUks-l-Xa5A6XDcUbv51DMH0AgY-erJm_Vzwry34uyiMViL75ibKMq7FB2uU9KJ8wMfZL6OUEztI8rFobfVoHiLJPoTjgG2T8gVHXVkzHBVNx-C-yEZHVs6QihcyuXjK7GOW1x7Tmn/s320/SANY0806.JPG" border="0" />Dinner cruise <div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335507937857336898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZBXt6W0czWJugFKj4ILJvI0uQZphriIGMeH_691G3K_9KwfH46dzNPc_Iex7o1hCsOi-grbvgQch9DNpIyNnLh39StzEDY7EDI0SW-FuXUNvzYzEYt1zA-Li4Bgd0S3YvN5646NNN3ypW/s320/SANY0817.JPG" border="0" />Monty receiving his award<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335507939067286962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUnmM1x4-LIMt3QVZ3ho6RhAdcSBX3iaz2EzioLCErQfVkOiobmbc-lYWspxupydkDHOtLAAW5mezORvQunZBYdZaGAMTs2sMabmomhaz1JUhJQd7cLXERandoFZcQmYX1UgzJbLF5IdSa/s320/SANY0826.JPG" border="0" />Really bad Statue of Liberty pic....sorry, moving ship! HA<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ty-5FRa6r9O1Y1PRiH4aSNpMr49PahsoAqLELWTBDANpj3h3uFVG9JzczhuCyfDBJmP49_019AF45tYO-0tlBoV51t1LPj-ftHSD1o2VOMEIXVbjNj5iqOa4KbAbZDLCIzVswWwCyoPu/s1600-h/SANY0801.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335507935997447874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5ty-5FRa6r9O1Y1PRiH4aSNpMr49PahsoAqLELWTBDANpj3h3uFVG9JzczhuCyfDBJmP49_019AF45tYO-0tlBoV51t1LPj-ftHSD1o2VOMEIXVbjNj5iqOa4KbAbZDLCIzVswWwCyoPu/s320/SANY0801.JPG" border="0" /></a> We got to see Mamma Mia.....so good!<br /><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335507571265266786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Dfz1fAOowJzQKYfrqITmVTA9DTAAnJ0QnNVuuM9ZLLIEZXZ7gqWkh5PWpmUbwmfT1pxzw4zP-AgN-WGhRNrgmUYKfnJfs2Yyi6_TsMBVUiqgkPjxZB0rRgHaedf1iteT5atpw1t9eH7W/s320/SANY0763.JPG" border="0" />Yankee's game at the new stadium<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335507576859147058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQMfYnwPyzJQOGRp2dZdfNSEpxqpFM5rXGsWbNia2hXV9AuIVdnPVwbGA_AYUPum5SYyaJUb8-AwWwF1vmF79CXZbZosAj5WBskQO1oTuAcZo8c7yfFm2cpbUaPoW6TnKHzmP5219VlEIv/s320/SANY0771.JPG" border="0" />Our new friends Tammy and Greg<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ArBFBoHbiN-0Wf6AYfB8BYZ4v6zbS47Tc_y9-jkNYj2KzwJ41a1QeALqW88Gy7GOGbXR9o9WliClkZsfCJbQxj7K7JJxrp9tmIGqq9t_zPfhxL3tlYMTxysV8IvOXdiyBzQRjYDWJSxC/s1600-h/SANY0764.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335507574850659426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5ArBFBoHbiN-0Wf6AYfB8BYZ4v6zbS47Tc_y9-jkNYj2KzwJ41a1QeALqW88Gy7GOGbXR9o9WliClkZsfCJbQxj7K7JJxrp9tmIGqq9t_zPfhxL3tlYMTxysV8IvOXdiyBzQRjYDWJSxC/s320/SANY0764.JPG" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335507570706926994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpEWPPzB4MyybKpa2ptoA50FOSgG-DHcNx674ckKGZ6TfBp3J1-juDZlM2qvLjk1hpL8OMSvvxKpVrkvmJqZO_FhQqkQfZ6BTSHKoj9kmT6UFsCIAEXzz0tjwE9sZXPki3GwV6ZEZpS1QL/s320/SANY0761.JPG" border="0" />Taking the subway during our ELEVEN MILE big apple tour walk....this mama was tired!<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335507568976676722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTqojW5Po-wgU-SmaBOv1TZfNbRfeWV0KEW0tYsKPmJ525Yo7X7-sQzNuucVtNkhnJIyj9-LoDI3EwZuKlHACnM1bhwiTczRLDsnqiOJPoccbsToZ8bJFxSxvM7NgoLCgl1WTvyh4hrpgS/s320/SANY0756.JPG" border="0" />Ground Zero and the space where the towers once stood<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335507127402387474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlzopnTsfcNSRzdIflWT5EaBaM_Cj5aAPX8FfQrrAkN0-Q1Joqg6PSCEIV_j0OmI0RvKxc4cOQ8f6yinCdSdUfGhlBNwK27NQdvqdsWt2_OyKJvkZj58em6TRSxX8Pno8ogAGuFBmNZdge/s320/SANY0744.JPG" border="0" />Brooklyn Bridge<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335507120516482626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAE_CFuYTNYG1PamAcmJfaN5hVWQe_ayISX_jtawUHxgHTGlkocpT-dh-_8HgBpYiHsPyiUAk47qdPanKZJQXZEtEFhwwBZXS6l2sFeLy3wKG6Y5be2s7CybYm7rht6YfkHh4TX9URtrKO/s320/SANY0727.JPG" border="0" />The first theatre in New York<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335507122540032546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiV689boGFqWpNP8pTDKXGTtR51Khfe6eN37VOfeEJsj1si5EPAJNOl8lxQTnG5wob-lRS8U0BL86iLl5YRCBqTpfHJdcDYRciDbNeYhyNKbN_mx_Pq0vvu2calRGwfp0MmFP4UY6lv1vNg/s320/SANY0724.JPG" border="0" />Tour stop in SOHO<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335507120304329074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN0iPv2ewtWwdrNhCd192zjuT5a2go8nA7i5SDIW88TMKftbx1Dls1B_SDnDxHtPphah7JfFAGVlId_4TTdIQbsaWGc1xMzYqch4vQzaynG5peQSfQ7x7XHSzRI5w2yq6E1FM4wgry6xHK/s320/SANY0721.JPG" border="0" />Oldest Jazz club in New York<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335506713748372770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnza8B-k0lh9JKlu2wl_CtBqrMtGNqlIRxtDozR_HszLGCijMnKV5ZCLmCAcuTiYzdo4u090mk5Ne-FwNE7FVnvLZ-QyoK2sF6ziOnSI6e5xqEkpBbIQBkfULJNkQzia0N6KE_tS4UADGn/s320/SANY0713.JPG" border="0" />Central Park<br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335506707845695746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoT9P5DfVPU2lFxKkbXQP04Gt_wUUsbeMoZM4tTrKchyphenhyphenfPRVPeNJopmwjSBWpm-Ljwgjkp0jeY3IQ8DghbawEXxRQ7T2Qps4Fb-wG_fUSf0avx35n5Jtyccn-BqZE8M39p7dZteKZAFmXC/s320/SANY0700.JPG" border="0" />Central Park<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335506710778483394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRcw-ZRJVnSYxPUrortSvZOysEG4GUSuTYhMagOkwOJ2jppogZjwq9UGYZcU4N8YRPYoJYqK9P6ABqQqmVRsnA19XjTSjpuGpNazbdfLrj836H2sq09YyAjJjAA0UheDXk0lyEl4EGVy9v/s320/SANY0688.JPG" border="0" />Grand Central Station<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335506710949350082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3exjUDJd7KGdvW6H-lwJRn4laQkqka62r6BO0aAb-FUr_3BKDEWphEVosoJshQMH9U27VbeCCBJVBtZKOXVA-uU3mSxl_F1Ia37RkkzsFwWNR9tg1f9MaqPiMW4Rvn45SUnZyAjiSzJQA/s320/SANY0684.JPG" border="0" />Our fabulous room in the New York Palace<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335506326151336002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHO07TatoYGk959kyPO-I7rooBarH_cYcNhSy0FFLY8_FbdpDuMZ3RW31AIuMlXTmFaYIBAxi9LpS2sADG0yyQ4_IAGZhViztTnYHMeuU8tfc1s8RoFdxcNu8qlwZ4bmyyC51GKwqMCUyD/s320/SANY0657.JPG" border="0" />View from our room<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335506705327881266" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9x5y7wFptlbOmow8J4jJoM84Ko-AGYa5u0-9jfAchGJ3CvfGjM9nFXegA1GFU8iZNKeGz2LB8EgU_xCuQOfcozVgWW4QJvn_jcVyDmcAN_Uk0tjQV_A8hi1OBcCI2EqYzyJaPqCkLVbPI/s320/SANY0660.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335506332063890050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoGijt51sPuzPtHaguHcGkT7X-H8qcpQ3WnlSCjIv3hZSqre2_hUUrlDJgEZ4_cKW-akvkG8kWr_3Z6fX-ZgirGRs0tGJjmKe3tDOAxgQTnjIglK-hm6VWatLhuhmpTBOh-02_UxytgrBw/s320/SANY0665.JPG" border="0" />Takin' it all in:)</div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>The Durham'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486071387655026689noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974930263835174608.post-80644003529582123312009-04-23T14:10:00.000-07:002009-04-23T14:25:37.451-07:00What Have We Been Up To?<div align="center"> A little bit of tackling...</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEcZXLyOoY1WakJkI5xzTcKv7AcpM3IyKsuHZnIteEzUX_hj2ednNGIFDufaTUcFoLvCOveFI69Vura0KTlfLJ1zGrhNUHle5xeHkGLteclOEl7WuLkzyUkGpaeEqs4vnBBBdtFZ-stpEv/s1600-h/SANY0583.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEcZXLyOoY1WakJkI5xzTcKv7AcpM3IyKsuHZnIteEzUX_hj2ednNGIFDufaTUcFoLvCOveFI69Vura0KTlfLJ1zGrhNUHle5xeHkGLteclOEl7WuLkzyUkGpaeEqs4vnBBBdtFZ-stpEv/s320/SANY0583.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />A little bit of Bryce's salvation celebrating...</div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk-KcImJpDijFjRqEhxMBe84mkfXwaw1aHETXbQX0UYA7ho-SAWLAx0d0gSVSSVmJAcJtlIGlWkBpF6BfOtmFcdJzvM0vT-Fhvno0223yaHwv3q-DRvKphDMjP8WHcrgiWlyTPo4LNiK_m/s1600-h/SANY0584.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk-KcImJpDijFjRqEhxMBe84mkfXwaw1aHETXbQX0UYA7ho-SAWLAx0d0gSVSSVmJAcJtlIGlWkBpF6BfOtmFcdJzvM0vT-Fhvno0223yaHwv3q-DRvKphDMjP8WHcrgiWlyTPo4LNiK_m/s320/SANY0584.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">A little bit of putt-putting....</div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327997888657239378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvxRMH4PyzU-qBbGO_foOKLcXY765aKuRwbBc1tgL7tjAJA4LL5SxvITxgUMZIQx_dgIsHVCr3kQ0ehNYbsARWcHMVwZFS9xAcZdXtfGGRzeTXyrOlDKeprjpVpi2gO2RVXGCWYM3lXL4X/s320/SANY0495.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">A little bit of messy playing....</p><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjewJQM1LcXQbgfKz9YECmGOhumTCb9N_9krz2caJM0FqRidvRwQOK0OgyiQilt4xUoXVs-ghapRCdbGYPaantKhMHNwKIDRRbzWWvdSXhmDzpfuP2sTeIELoZkQGLBTPuj2sWsvRMsstC9/s1600-h/SANY0434.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjewJQM1LcXQbgfKz9YECmGOhumTCb9N_9krz2caJM0FqRidvRwQOK0OgyiQilt4xUoXVs-ghapRCdbGYPaantKhMHNwKIDRRbzWWvdSXhmDzpfuP2sTeIELoZkQGLBTPuj2sWsvRMsstC9/s320/SANY0434.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center">And a whole 'lotta loving!</div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjescBx01Ty1USs8kddR_DO1hJWhnOBgngj6kFoOnly09dygHYU6ATWOYVZI8kU0CXwCT4qkN2XIiFq0Hy7bbctdu-uP0su4usV7xhxvLlFmCeEd3crbzUJTMcz0NY-7Dd7avNtLGj-CCNl/s1600-h/SANY0570.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjescBx01Ty1USs8kddR_DO1hJWhnOBgngj6kFoOnly09dygHYU6ATWOYVZI8kU0CXwCT4qkN2XIiFq0Hy7bbctdu-uP0su4usV7xhxvLlFmCeEd3crbzUJTMcz0NY-7Dd7avNtLGj-CCNl/s320/SANY0570.JPG" border="0" /></a></p>The Durham'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486071387655026689noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974930263835174608.post-35342846260522599032009-04-15T09:38:00.000-07:002009-04-15T09:55:13.385-07:00Happy Birthday, Pumpkin!<div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKVOqeA57VHioY5Xg_a4MTVPRLyUlyaFnKL5qQNPPbPm-I1O1d-Gg2IMetMPshgbfrSbaXd2NhiMCYC10O8HPQm1myIG3jIED_dzvhEDU_n8kNroJR25sowOlchdhtY9PxtLsAGPOnHcb1/s1600-h/SANY0533.JPG"><img alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKVOqeA57VHioY5Xg_a4MTVPRLyUlyaFnKL5qQNPPbPm-I1O1d-Gg2IMetMPshgbfrSbaXd2NhiMCYC10O8HPQm1myIG3jIED_dzvhEDU_n8kNroJR25sowOlchdhtY9PxtLsAGPOnHcb1/s320/SANY0533.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">Princess-</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">You are literally a breath of fresh air to everyone you meet! Your daddy and I will never be able to put into words how much you mean to us and how much you melt our hearts. Every night, we sneak into your room and just stare at your beauty and whisper prayers of gratefulness that God entrusted you to us. I have never met another person, much less a child, who cares for others the way you do. I'll never forget the time you chose to not have cheese on your burger just because you knew your Grammie didn't like cheese and you didn't want her to feel left out:) Now, that's precious:) Your heart belongs to your Jesus, and it is evident in all you do, even at such a young age. I look forward to watching Him raise you with grace, integrity and compassion and I cannot fathom the lives that you will touch for His Name. So, Happy Birthday, Babydoll! </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">In true Mayce fashion, you have given more to others than we could ever give you. </div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">Your life, in itself, is a gift to this world.</div><div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center">We love you, baby!</div>The Durham'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486071387655026689noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974930263835174608.post-27125936520499148582009-04-14T11:32:00.000-07:002009-04-14T13:52:01.828-07:00Walk The Line<div align="center">So, this morning my kids come running in from outside, screaming for me to come and see their "line." Now, you must know that with Mayce and Bryce together...outside...alone.....just about anything is possible. I would not be surprised if they constructed a rocket out of dirt that would actually fly! So, when I heard they had made a "line," I figured it was probably worth viewing:) And....bottom line, this was the most creative "line" I have ever seen;)<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324621856626975458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWVdk3RaP8Rv8QC87-mT6mlVLDCMa9pIs0-gWmR9cyjRVqBfcc7g1-wvURZHPMWji4PIje5ERFO9r1CbrvVGAxTtoXf_qtO8GaG23mVXcIF3UARDAbNnel-UFxiPi4RY719b7YPu4Kh2gq/s320/SANY0517-1.JPG" border="0" /></div><p align="center">The beginning was balls, a microphone, shoes and a broom</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324621857240762546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizXfzm0PoaR7JZUcYp_ED6cse5NhX8Zjz8Ob6tSSFVdBNT-LTm1W57HFlbx8WFnp8pnsMERYQZodsHBHNNg7K4IQw3jVBWKmoEFgjWT2Nml0a3dl-K3VFKYogN1UfrBxWpQfeAVdZU0MdA/s320/SANY0518-1.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Next, we have all of the tools from his tool box along with their two chairs and a truck<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324621863631779346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmZbdbhHvHzfk1wr6wdahCynxFy5bvdXGjwucMqkJsKf0MGW81kLyAk99XVcchDmHN3HMNFGqS_So8xzkwCpEpd-dYh42whAefV76A4NpfpRz_nihmaNNYLiONUGqQxM8e1Gynf1Vsv0co/s320/SANY0519-1.JPG" border="0" />We then have bats, the tool box, a tee-ball, a basketball goal, little shovels and rakes, golf balls, and mini airplanes<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324621861023068226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYKCm52Z6wTb8jwEg7uFsWxUNk0R0KbtknE7rjyPXtgSGmQz5_PxlH6WwcS6Zpn47OO0J13-hYKFTd-i_jAO8RKmMmjmznhC4xxkYRm6YuRfLvHhxesFlI7qORR-GzhVBSiZErY2GUEU0A/s320/SANY0520-1.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Moving on, we have a grocery cart, tiny buckets, the car, a coffee maker, a play kitchen (on its side, of course) and a tri-fold chair</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324621867324033858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL6gD1qzlPDZHj4WIatRvXRaV0de9a65KSSKFBoy4o1qkuiKbtID4W6w-E-vgfk1uyS81sWnkNg4kCJINbNf-hkRXKLwbIKy0lwB2GgZf_MQh89fJ2898IyUG8CcqcWVm_J7LHk1h0IYAp/s320/SANY0521-1.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Lastly, the sprinkler, two swings, a tent tunnel and a slide</p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324622347160015522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFSNM2X1eN4T7H3-b567vIlLnh7XbhyphenhyphenPmVgu1X3umLk9m34EW2uz1DxC150VtVVsGHukKrQqPkZakBXKFXk2IGpTc75n_WjK-0axR0j3iN1qih_kyhCp4egYQFDLYWw6X_aCjyU69HTS4y/s320/SANY0522-1.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">The cowboy and his little lady posing proudly at the end of their "line":)</p>The Durham'shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16486071387655026689noreply@blogger.com5