<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834065070135843352</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:11:24.489-08:00</updated><category term='Chicago'/><title type='text'>thefurlongs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>thefurlongs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStvQnGJUiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rUM8LC5vXyg/S220/IMG_0057a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834065070135843352.post-4494293847481726217</id><published>2012-02-15T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T14:36:15.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter to My Children About Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I read this letter on another blog this week and decided that it was too good not to share. &amp;nbsp;This is for my children, my nieces and nephews - well it's for all of us. &amp;nbsp;Being completely honest and transparent, I know all too well the pain caused by divorce. It can leave lifelong scars on you, your children and your family. &amp;nbsp;I can also tell you that the Lord saw fit to bless me with a second chance - a special love, with a strong marriage and a loving husband in Stan. &amp;nbsp;If I could tell my children one thing about their expectations of marriage, I would tell them that love is a decision. &amp;nbsp;It is a choice. &amp;nbsp;Do it when you feel like it and do it when you don't. &amp;nbsp;Decide to love and honor your spouse in all you do. &amp;nbsp;Their are no excuses acceptable for falling short. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Get up and keep loving. &amp;nbsp;Forgive and keep loving. &amp;nbsp;This is the only option. &amp;nbsp;Keep loving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-buKwW2o8368/Tzu3hC3HltI/AAAAAAAAAgg/IHJxdzKpLl0/s1600/Wedding+day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="362" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-buKwW2o8368/Tzu3hC3HltI/AAAAAAAAAgg/IHJxdzKpLl0/s640/Wedding+day.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dr2G2EGlPWU/Tzu3jCTnn7I/AAAAAAAAAgo/HCfnwt_pOB0/s1600/Wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dr2G2EGlPWU/Tzu3jCTnn7I/AAAAAAAAAgo/HCfnwt_pOB0/s640/Wedding.jpg" width="440" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Letter taken from Raising Homemakers:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dear Children,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Should the Lord give you the good gift of a husband or wife, and I hope He does, there are a few things I want you to know. Things that you may not hear from anyone else, and certainly not on TV or other media. Sadly, your church may not even tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Marriage, sweet little people, is not for the purpose of your happiness. Happy as I want you to be and hope you will be, you must yet understand that marriage is God’s design and His purposes must be pursued in order for you to be truly happy. His end is holiness and He will use all things in a life devoted to Him to fulfill that end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;To my girls:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Marry a man whose first pursuit is Christ. After that, he is not hard to please. Admire him, cheer him on and show gratitude, and he will fall over himself trying to please you. Smile often, speak well of him always, and do whatever necessary to try and maintain a pleasant mood about you so that it transfers to your home, making it a place where he and your children love to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You’ll have bad days of course, crying days even, and that’s when you go to your bedroom, kneel on the floor and beg the Lord to carry you. Then get up, get a fresh perspective (crayons will come off the wall), and try again. Above all else,&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;make a home.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;To my boys:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Marry a woman whose first pursuit is Christ. After that, she may be hard to please&amp;nbsp;&lt;img alt=";-)" class="wp-smiley" src="http://raisinghomemakers.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;only if you don’t know “the secret”. What is that? I’m glad you asked. The secret to pleasing your wife is to make her feel safe and treasured. You may have to move out of your comfort zone to do this at times. She won’t always readily translate the oil change to love, though it means that. But let me give you a “secret question”–a question you need to ask her often. It’s not just in the asking, though. Be sure to focus your eyes on hers, maybe even touch her shoulder or face, and then ask:&amp;nbsp;&lt;em style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;“What’s on your mind these days? “&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;And then be ready to listen. She wants you to draw her out. She will perceive this as your protection over the matters of her heart. Tenderness, listening, protection. That’s what she wants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To you all:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If your wife or husband does something really stupid, forgive. If they do it again, forgive again. Forgiveness must be the propelling force in your lives each day. Dwell on the strengths, push out thoughts of their weaknesses. Take every thought captive–choose to love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here’s that part you are not going to hear often:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you find yourself “not happy”, having lost attraction, disinterested, etc., you are not permitted to even think about a divorce. If you find yourselves arguing more and more, don’t think for a minute that “the children will be better off out of this”, because they won’t.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The vows you took on your wedding day were not suggestions. They were covenant vows, before a Holy God, family and friends, to stay with this person the rest of your life, even if you don’t feel like it. You swore a solemn oath and if you can’t live up to it, don’t get married. Decide up front that your marriage is irrevocable. There is far more motivation for getting along if your “marriage house” has no door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Do not share intimate thoughts or feelings with anyone of the opposite sex. Do not find yourself alone for any length of time with such either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Divorce is not a “private option”. It will affect multiple families for many generations. When you “separate what God has joined” you permanently injure far more than just yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Guard your marriage as fiercely as you would guard your own life. Treat your spouse as an extension of your flesh, just as God sees you. Treat your spouse like other family members. You know, “you gotta love ‘em, they’re the only family you’ve got”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I want you to be happy, I surely do. But I will pray for you to be holy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834065070135843352-4494293847481726217?l=dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/feeds/4494293847481726217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834065070135843352&amp;postID=4494293847481726217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/4494293847481726217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/4494293847481726217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/2012/02/letter-to-my-children-about-marriage.html' title='A Letter to My Children About Marriage'/><author><name>thefurlongs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStvQnGJUiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rUM8LC5vXyg/S220/IMG_0057a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-buKwW2o8368/Tzu3hC3HltI/AAAAAAAAAgg/IHJxdzKpLl0/s72-c/Wedding+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834065070135843352.post-7690145943006478424</id><published>2012-02-14T17:43:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T17:54:04.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Letter from Stan's Abigail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;A few years ago Stan and I began reading about President John Adams. &amp;nbsp;We found ourselves riveted by the relationship between John and his wife Abigail. &amp;nbsp;They had so many challenges in their lives. &amp;nbsp;John was absent often as he worked toward independence for what would be our great nation. &amp;nbsp;When they were together they dealt with war and all of the ugliness that accompanies living in a land of unrest. &amp;nbsp;Some of the challenges they faced are similar to the challenges we all face today. &amp;nbsp;They dealt with loss of loved ones, growing concern for their farmland and yes, even obstinate children. Regardless of what was thrown their way, John and Abigail were the best of friends and their love endured....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;The more Stan and I learned, the more we wanted to know. &amp;nbsp;We were inspired. &amp;nbsp;We were intrigued. &amp;nbsp;We were ready for an adventure, we wanted to explore and see what trace of John and Abigail we could find left in this world. &amp;nbsp;So in the summer of 2010 we flew to Boston Massachusetts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MmvAOKWMvy4/TzsJQ6C4H1I/AAAAAAAAAfg/3x4RXamsOyU/s1600/IMG_0672.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MmvAOKWMvy4/TzsJQ6C4H1I/AAAAAAAAAfg/3x4RXamsOyU/s320/IMG_0672.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;The first thing we did after checking in to our hotel was take the train, then the bus straight to Braintree, the city where John was born, where John and Abigail raised their family, retired and spent their final days together over 200 years ago. &amp;nbsp;The bus dropped us off in the center of Braintree, also now known as Quincy. &amp;nbsp;We walked the 6 blocks to Peacefield, the home of John and Abigail. &amp;nbsp;We were short on time and high on energy so off we went, walking quickly, worried the sun would go down before we reached our destination. &amp;nbsp;It felt like it took forever - seriously, it was a long walk! &amp;nbsp;When we finally arrived we were both speechless. It was beautiful. &amp;nbsp;There was an entire estate to explore, with gardens and porches, a main home and a library. &amp;nbsp;But then we has a disappointing realization. &amp;nbsp;It was late in the day and the grounds were closed for the evening. &amp;nbsp;The gate was closed. &amp;nbsp;We were disappointed, but we did what any disappointed but civilized couple would do. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SO4Gw_4zXNA/TzsKlOweE_I/AAAAAAAAAf4/dJjRioySxio/s1600/IMG_0734.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SO4Gw_4zXNA/TzsKlOweE_I/AAAAAAAAAf4/dJjRioySxio/s320/IMG_0734.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;We jumped the fence. &amp;nbsp;Yes, we did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5WtIFjfbUTE/TzsLHGbPjhI/AAAAAAAAAgA/PCKjr_55uEs/s1600/IMG_0738.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5WtIFjfbUTE/TzsLHGbPjhI/AAAAAAAAAgA/PCKjr_55uEs/s400/IMG_0738.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;We jumped the fence and had the most amazing time exploring the estate for what seemed like &amp;nbsp;hours. &amp;nbsp;We had the best time running and laughing and exploring all of the beauty of Peacefield. &amp;nbsp;That was until a groundskeeper busted us. &amp;nbsp;He was very kind and let us go with a promise to head back to the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XixbA3aipi0/TzsL9L0O8fI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/lc4ltxhi4bA/s1600/IMG_0786.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XixbA3aipi0/TzsL9L0O8fI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/lc4ltxhi4bA/s400/IMG_0786.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Needless to say, we returned the next day for the "formal tour." &amp;nbsp;All the while remembering the evening we spent running wild and free all over the estate. &amp;nbsp;Here are a few pictures of our visit to Peacefield. &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xXx1xycRDXU/TzsJld8DPJI/AAAAAAAAAfo/s9Sth_x1aB4/s1600/IMG_0715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xXx1xycRDXU/TzsJld8DPJI/AAAAAAAAAfo/s9Sth_x1aB4/s320/IMG_0715.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjpPGHAklLM/TzsKDqkXxyI/AAAAAAAAAfw/iWx4WpUZG-4/s1600/IMG_0723.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GjpPGHAklLM/TzsKDqkXxyI/AAAAAAAAAfw/iWx4WpUZG-4/s320/IMG_0723.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Today on Valentine's Day I am reminded of the love and deep admiration that Abigail shared with John. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One of Stan's friends once referred to me as Stan's Abigail. &amp;nbsp;It was the highest compliment I could imagine. &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana;"&gt;She was his wife, his partner, his most trusted advisor and dearest friend. &amp;nbsp;All things I hope to be to my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So that you can share in my awe of their bond, here is a excerpt of one of Abigail's letters to John. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I have the book and I treasure it. &amp;nbsp;Happy Valentine's Day to you and yours. &amp;nbsp; - Stan's Abigail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Letter from Abigail to John Adams, December 1782&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Dearest Friend,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #45818e; font-family: arial, helvatica, verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;…should I draw you the picture of my Heart, it would be what I hope you still would Love; tho it contained nothing new; the early possession you obtained there; and the absolute power you have ever maintained over it; leaves not the smallest space unoccupied. I look back to the early days of our acquaintance; and Friendship, as to the days of Love and Innocence; and with an indescribable pleasure I have seen near a score of years roll over our Heads, with an affection heightened and improved by time -- nor have the dreary years of absence in the smallest degree effaced from my mind the Image of the dear untitled man to whom I gave my Heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834065070135843352-7690145943006478424?l=dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7690145943006478424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834065070135843352&amp;postID=7690145943006478424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/7690145943006478424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/7690145943006478424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/2012/02/love-letter-from-stans-abigail.html' title='Love Letter from Stan&apos;s Abigail'/><author><name>thefurlongs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStvQnGJUiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rUM8LC5vXyg/S220/IMG_0057a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MmvAOKWMvy4/TzsJQ6C4H1I/AAAAAAAAAfg/3x4RXamsOyU/s72-c/IMG_0672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834065070135843352.post-5343135355405423951</id><published>2012-02-08T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T07:54:12.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie Turns 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy 5th Birthday Little Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m2hw2wf7XAk/TzKZabN9V6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/Gm0OiNrbj14/s1600/IMG_3116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m2hw2wf7XAk/TzKZabN9V6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/Gm0OiNrbj14/s400/IMG_3116.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite things about Charlie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading with you -&lt;br /&gt;So Many Bunnies, Yurtle the Turtle, If I Could Keep You Little, I'll Love You Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking with you -&lt;br /&gt;cupcakes, cookies, apple snacks, oatmeal...and did I mention cupcakes with sprinkles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always want to ride in the "blue van."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying "Dear Jesus" before you go to sleep. &amp;nbsp;I love to sit there and listen to you ask Jesus to bless the trees and the sun and the moon and everything else you might have walked past that day. &amp;nbsp;We could all learn something from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remind me so much of your daddy when he was little. You can pick up a stick in the yard and play for hours with the super secret glowing light saber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call me Aunt Bob. &amp;nbsp;I know it won't last forever, but I have loved it for the past 5 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I have loved about being your aunt for the past five years. &amp;nbsp;I consider you a gift straight from the Lord above. &amp;nbsp;I will always be here for you and yes, I will always have gum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Bob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834065070135843352-5343135355405423951?l=dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5343135355405423951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834065070135843352&amp;postID=5343135355405423951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/5343135355405423951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/5343135355405423951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/2012/02/charlie-turns-5.html' title='Charlie Turns 5'/><author><name>thefurlongs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStvQnGJUiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rUM8LC5vXyg/S220/IMG_0057a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m2hw2wf7XAk/TzKZabN9V6I/AAAAAAAAAfY/Gm0OiNrbj14/s72-c/IMG_3116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834065070135843352.post-739038784232841166</id><published>2012-02-08T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T07:33:57.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dress</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wrote this on Saturday, but didn't have a chance to post. &amp;nbsp;:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sJqSp7WtokM/Ty8VzxdHBgI/AAAAAAAAAbw/taJK1YZezvc/s1600/sc0003a0e402.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="291" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705803232094651906" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sJqSp7WtokM/Ty8VzxdHBgI/AAAAAAAAAbw/taJK1YZezvc/s400/sc0003a0e402.jpg" style="height: 233px; width: 320px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I shop for a dress.&amp;nbsp;Not any dress.&amp;nbsp;The dress I will wear when my son Matthew gets married.&amp;nbsp;Gone is the young boy who came to me not sure of my place or his own.&amp;nbsp;Gone are the days of finding my place in his heart.&amp;nbsp;I know I have my very own.&amp;nbsp;Gone are the days of needing rides to school and activities, of needing permission for adventures and journeys of his childhood.&amp;nbsp;Gone are the days of packing a fun bag for field trips with school or band.&amp;nbsp;Gone is that little boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K1EzRTOK1Uk/TzKGUAxi8dI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/AQyq6xV-O8Y/s320/IMG_2763.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;For the past eight years, I have enjoyed being Matt's parent, his cheerleader, guider and as best I can, protector. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes, although too often in my opinion, I am even his emergency room treatment coordinator. &amp;nbsp;:-) &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-inWMw0Y0_sA/TzKGlr25LXI/AAAAAAAAAdg/5Q2C1k8vSGg/s1600/IMG_0205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-inWMw0Y0_sA/TzKGlr25LXI/AAAAAAAAAdg/5Q2C1k8vSGg/s320/IMG_0205.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;Matt brings an element of childlike fun and laughter to our family that is rivaled only by his dad. &amp;nbsp;Sometimes I think they are in competition to see who can be the silliest. &amp;nbsp;Ashley and I both have our hands full trying to keep those two in check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2MJRqcfXAlM/TzKG0ACOf6I/AAAAAAAAAd4/HSbURyLXgnA/s1600/IMG_0049a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2MJRqcfXAlM/TzKG0ACOf6I/AAAAAAAAAd4/HSbURyLXgnA/s320/IMG_0049a.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The young boy who came to me many years ago has now been replaced by a strong and confident man.  Before me stands a man who has set his sights on the Lord and his energies on becoming a husband and provider.  I am so proud of the man he has become and the choice that he made in a bride.   I am blessed to call them both my children and thankful to be a part of their new journey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e_pWV9b3yso/TzKJYGjR1NI/AAAAAAAAAfA/iZT7cTIUgxU/s1600/IMG_5393.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e_pWV9b3yso/TzKJYGjR1NI/AAAAAAAAAfA/iZT7cTIUgxU/s400/IMG_5393.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;So today I shop for a dress.  Not any dress.  The dress I will wear in one of the most precious memories of my lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834065070135843352-739038784232841166?l=dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/feeds/739038784232841166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834065070135843352&amp;postID=739038784232841166' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/739038784232841166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/739038784232841166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/2012/02/dress.html' title='A Dress'/><author><name>thefurlongs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStvQnGJUiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rUM8LC5vXyg/S220/IMG_0057a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sJqSp7WtokM/Ty8VzxdHBgI/AAAAAAAAAbw/taJK1YZezvc/s72-c/sc0003a0e402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834065070135843352.post-9041647894200495870</id><published>2010-11-18T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T16:19:38.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TOW-e3Sa2FI/AAAAAAAAAJg/nabVZyv2JNU/s1600/IMG_2409.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TOW-e3Sa2FI/AAAAAAAAAJg/nabVZyv2JNU/s400/IMG_2409.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541044353995823186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another football season has come and gone.  I think I enjoy football almost as much as Ty does.  Football is his outlet, and it makes my heart smile to see him play.  He is growing up much too fast although he promises me he will always be "my boy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TOW-eQXVAjI/AAAAAAAAAJY/727asxveE9g/s1600/IMG_2423.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TOW-eQXVAjI/AAAAAAAAAJY/727asxveE9g/s400/IMG_2423.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541044343547429426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been interesting this year with Tyler playing at the middle school instead of MAA.  It introduced lots more of his friends in to the picture.  It was not unusual for me to see groups of young teenage girls walking around at the games with #50 written on their cheeks, which obviously thrilled Tyler.  I enjoyed the 2010 season and spending the time with Tyler.  I look forward to next year and all the joy I am sure it will bring. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TOW-eB4jNOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_0Eiyede4x0/s1600/IMG_2558.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TOW-eB4jNOI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/_0Eiyede4x0/s400/IMG_2558.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541044339660240098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834065070135843352-9041647894200495870?l=dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/feeds/9041647894200495870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834065070135843352&amp;postID=9041647894200495870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/9041647894200495870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/9041647894200495870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/2010/11/another-football-season-has-come-and.html' title=''/><author><name>thefurlongs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStvQnGJUiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rUM8LC5vXyg/S220/IMG_0057a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TOW-e3Sa2FI/AAAAAAAAAJg/nabVZyv2JNU/s72-c/IMG_2409.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834065070135843352.post-7511553974602987480</id><published>2010-10-13T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T20:09:08.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Father, Like Sons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TLZuCAtgq9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/D80LgtX91IQ/s1600/IMG_1529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TLZuCAtgq9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/D80LgtX91IQ/s400/IMG_1529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527726573473541074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I miss my dad every day.  There were many painful realizations in the first year after he died.  There were so many things that I enjoyed about him and so many things he had just always done for me.  One of the things I realized in that first year after he died,  was that I would now need to pay someone to change my oil.  I had never paid anyone to work on my cars, ever.  It was a small thing, but still it was a dad thing.  He was good at it, dad was even a part time mechanic at one point in his retirement.  When it came to cars, Dad just always took care of it.  I couldn't even imagine going to a repair shop...    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Little did I know of the hidden treasure God sent in my husband Stan.  He is handy beyond belief and can fix just about anything. In the picture above, Stan is teaching Tyler how to change the disk breaks on our Honda Odyssey.  I am thankful to have his talents and knowledge to lean on and even more thankful that he is teaching our sons how to be just as amazing as he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834065070135843352-7511553974602987480?l=dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7511553974602987480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834065070135843352&amp;postID=7511553974602987480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/7511553974602987480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/7511553974602987480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/2010/10/like-father-like-sons.html' title='Like Father, Like Sons'/><author><name>thefurlongs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStvQnGJUiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rUM8LC5vXyg/S220/IMG_0057a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TLZuCAtgq9I/AAAAAAAAAJI/D80LgtX91IQ/s72-c/IMG_1529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834065070135843352.post-7559286635867574373</id><published>2010-10-10T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T08:36:57.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She always makes me smile.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TLHbCsgzY3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/jvbMcOSDq5M/s1600/IMG_0073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TLHbCsgzY3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/jvbMcOSDq5M/s400/IMG_0073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526439057115276146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we met the Browns at Starbucks.  This is not an uncommon event for a Saturday night.  Once we had had our drinks, we sat down to talk.  I started sharing about a class that I am taking at work and new terminology for which I need to memorize lots of definitions.&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  I made an off-handed comment, "Who knows what binomial means anyway?" &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; Holly pipes up out of nowhere and says "It means you aren't getting any dinner!"  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Get it?     No meal?     I love that girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834065070135843352-7559286635867574373?l=dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/feeds/7559286635867574373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834065070135843352&amp;postID=7559286635867574373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/7559286635867574373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/7559286635867574373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/2010/10/she-always-makes-me-smile.html' title='She always makes me smile.'/><author><name>thefurlongs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStvQnGJUiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rUM8LC5vXyg/S220/IMG_0057a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TLHbCsgzY3I/AAAAAAAAAJA/jvbMcOSDq5M/s72-c/IMG_0073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834065070135843352.post-1025098088958132746</id><published>2010-09-27T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T16:22:04.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rest of the Kids</title><content type='html'>Their pictures dropped off my post yesterday, but they are always on my mind.  I couldn't be more proud to call them my kids.  Love you - K&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like peas and carrots:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TKEl1qxyglI/AAAAAAAAAIw/gqfoYlADwlA/s1600/IMG_1460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TKEl1qxyglI/AAAAAAAAAIw/gqfoYlADwlA/s400/IMG_1460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521736222079353426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our adventurous traveler:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TKEmjceAUhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/xz9KqxUbGW8/s1600/IMG_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TKEmjceAUhI/AAAAAAAAAI4/xz9KqxUbGW8/s400/IMG_0239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521737008512258578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834065070135843352-1025098088958132746?l=dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1025098088958132746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834065070135843352&amp;postID=1025098088958132746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/1025098088958132746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/1025098088958132746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/2010/09/rest-of-kids.html' title='The Rest of the Kids'/><author><name>thefurlongs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStvQnGJUiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rUM8LC5vXyg/S220/IMG_0057a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TKEl1qxyglI/AAAAAAAAAIw/gqfoYlADwlA/s72-c/IMG_1460.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834065070135843352.post-6223598251984447117</id><published>2010-09-26T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T13:21:50.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost October</title><content type='html'>I looked at the calendar yesterday and it hit me. It is almost October. You and I both know that once October starts, it is holiday season. It will be next year before we know it! This year has brought challenges that draw us together, namely my illness and the loss of Millie, Stan's mom. But it has also brought so much laughter and happiness.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TJ-CNurl2GI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/uxD_An5fBus/s1600/IMG_9537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TJ-CNurl2GI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/uxD_An5fBus/s400/IMG_9537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521274840560293986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I began homeschooling Tyler in March. It has worked really well so far. I had no idea how much I would enjoy the time we would spend discussing prepositions and pre-algebra. He is growing up so fast - as they all have. Knowing he is the last one, makes me want to hold him tighter. He keeps reminding me that this strategy will not work. He is playing left tackle on the football team at Twin Lakes Academy Middle School. We are enjoying watching him as he is growing in passion and skill for football.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TJ-BJVEMzeI/AAAAAAAAAII/IXeaAsW9pzI/s1600/IMG_1427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TJ-BJVEMzeI/AAAAAAAAAII/IXeaAsW9pzI/s400/IMG_1427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521273665453084130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TJ-XmeF46lI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YoDTKOEOoQM/s1600/IMG_7123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TJ-XmeF46lI/AAAAAAAAAIg/YoDTKOEOoQM/s400/IMG_7123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521298355348105810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the gang are all doing well. Chris is still in California. He found a new job and is working on getting his own place. Matt is still in Orlando finishing up his time at UCF. I miss he and Ashley both. I sure do hope they move home when they are done. Josh is now working full time at O2B Kids. He is teaching guitar and loving it. He is also still leading the praise and worship for the senior high group at church. Katie Babie is now a junior in high school. Where does the time go? Between band, chorus and praise band, there is precious little time left. We sneak it in anywhere we can. Adoring her has always come so easy to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TJ-d4QOp1WI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1YdceZ0NMbI/s1600/IMG_0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TJ-d4QOp1WI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1YdceZ0NMbI/s400/IMG_0672.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521305257934181730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stan and I have enjoyed the summer.  We have traveled to Boston, Louisville and will be in Texas next weekend.  We are currently heads down in home improvement projects. We love to shop and plan - still working on the execution phase. Today he and my brother Will are finishing a garden path of flagstone in our front yard. Seeing it will always make me happy as we planned it together and I watched our vision come to life. Our next project will be the kitchen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love and blessings to all of you. - Kayti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834065070135843352-6223598251984447117?l=dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6223598251984447117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834065070135843352&amp;postID=6223598251984447117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/6223598251984447117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/6223598251984447117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/2010/09/almost-october.html' title='Almost October'/><author><name>thefurlongs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStvQnGJUiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rUM8LC5vXyg/S220/IMG_0057a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TJ-CNurl2GI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/uxD_An5fBus/s72-c/IMG_9537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834065070135843352.post-6131546803970992484</id><published>2010-07-15T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T08:19:07.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mildred Ann Furlong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TD8muY7ORQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-5HiozhwYzU/s1600/IMG_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 343px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TD8muY7ORQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-5HiozhwYzU/s400/IMG_0124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494152648821982466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 10.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Mildred Ann Furlong, 78 went to be with the Lord on July 14th,  2010.  Millie was born on Dec 8th, 1931 to Charles and Marie Stoess. She married her husband Walt in 1954 and they raised 4 children, moving to Jacksonville, Florida in 1972.  Millie was a loving wife and mother, retired nurse and proud granny. She is preceded in death by her father Charles Stoess, mother Marie Stoess, sisters; Thelma Stoess, Betty Stoess, Wanda Glover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 10.0px Arial; min-height: 11.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 10.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Millie is survived by her devoted husband Walter C Furlong, Jr, her children Lillian Erami (Mohammed); Walter C Furlong III - Skip (Stella); Janet Moore (Sam); Stan Furlong (Kayti); her grandchildren Walt Furlong IV; Charlie Furlong; Simeen Erami (Nathan); Chris Furlong, Sohaila Erami, Ardy Erami, Matt Furlong,  Josh Furlong, Greg Moore, Katie Furlong, Zach Moore, Tyler Short and Marquee Moore; sisters Mary Spradlin (Bobbie) and Debbie Reese (Alan); brother Jack Stoess (Sharon), many nieces, nephews, friends and family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 10.0px Arial; min-height: 11.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 10.0px Arial"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The family will receive guests and visitors Friday July 16th from  4pm until 7pm  with a  memorial service immediately following at the Southern Grove Clubhouse at 8601 Beach Blvd.  In leu of flowers, donations can be sent to Community Hospice Hadlow Center, located on Sunbeam Road, as this organization played a special role in Millie’s comfort and peace as she prepared to pass on and take her place in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 10.0px Arial; min-height: 11.0px"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834065070135843352-6131546803970992484?l=dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/feeds/6131546803970992484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834065070135843352&amp;postID=6131546803970992484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/6131546803970992484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/6131546803970992484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/2010/07/mildred-ann-furlong.html' title='Mildred Ann Furlong'/><author><name>thefurlongs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStvQnGJUiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rUM8LC5vXyg/S220/IMG_0057a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TD8muY7ORQI/AAAAAAAAAHs/-5HiozhwYzU/s72-c/IMG_0124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834065070135843352.post-2509765622422292792</id><published>2010-07-13T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T07:56:34.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Complete Me - Happy Anniversary Boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TDx8iS4UzKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1qbLVKJpLZA/s1600/Wedding+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 227px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TDx8iS4UzKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1qbLVKJpLZA/s400/Wedding+day.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493402574110641314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Thursday is our wedding anniversary.  It may be hard to believe but it has been 6 years since Stan and I were joined in marriage.  In the time since we were married we have worked to meld our two families together, I have gone from 2 in my house to 6 in our house and then to 3, we have had 2 elementary children move on to junior high and high school, we have both changed jobs, bought cars, we purchased our first home together and made the big move to Mandarin, watched 3 sons graduate high school, and even have our first grandkitten Ollie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I can't imagine my life without Stan, the kids and the Furlong family that came with him to our union.  I know that my extended family feels the same.  I am not sure if you can imagine the laughter Stan brings to me - I definitely married the class clown. (But he is sooo handsome).  I know I was born to be here, right where I am now and I sooo much look forward to the next 6 years of our adventure together in this blended family that God has so richly blessed me with.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My darling husband, I love you completely - all of the things I know about you and all of things I still have yet to learn.  I will be the greatest student of your needs and your best cheerleader, for the life you have shared with me is a beautiful gift.  ~Shmily~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834065070135843352-2509765622422292792?l=dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/feeds/2509765622422292792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834065070135843352&amp;postID=2509765622422292792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/2509765622422292792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/2509765622422292792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/2010/07/you-complete-me-happy-anniversary-boo.html' title='You Complete Me - Happy Anniversary Boo'/><author><name>thefurlongs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStvQnGJUiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rUM8LC5vXyg/S220/IMG_0057a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TDx8iS4UzKI/AAAAAAAAAHk/1qbLVKJpLZA/s72-c/Wedding+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834065070135843352.post-1202293962081410263</id><published>2010-07-12T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T16:13:55.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been A While</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TDtHR1g1HMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DU30P21dhhM/s1600/sc024403d901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TDtHR1g1HMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DU30P21dhhM/s320/sc024403d901.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493062542256577730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TDtHRkGIXaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tBq3lmZX4bU/s1600/sc024403d9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TDtHRkGIXaI/AAAAAAAAAHU/tBq3lmZX4bU/s320/sc024403d9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493062537581190562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TDtHRN6rg-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/6257Owy-asA/s1600/scan0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TDtHRN6rg-I/AAAAAAAAAHM/6257Owy-asA/s320/scan0003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493062531627582434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TDtHQu-fTzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8rp1z1Uaqdk/s1600/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TDtHQu-fTzI/AAAAAAAAAHE/8rp1z1Uaqdk/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493062523322060594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TDtHQdkK7mI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_WKLWgLhArI/s1600/scan0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TDtHQdkK7mI/AAAAAAAAAG8/_WKLWgLhArI/s320/scan0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493062518648270434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TDtEdlPfMlI/AAAAAAAAAG0/oTqalV9jKVU/s320/sc007f12d601.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493059445512417874" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;It's been a while but I decided to post an update today.  This is an interesting time for us as we prepare to say goodbye to Stan's mom, Millie.  How bittersweet it has been over the past few weeks to sit around with family and revel in the past, telling stories and laughing til early morning hours.  Painful to make plans for a future that doesn't include her smiling face and cup of hot tea.  Joyous to imagine Millie sitting at the feet of Jesus.  Millie only really asks for her momma now.  I talked to her sister Debbie yesterday and she told me to tell Millie to go and find her momma.  We will be fine here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I can't say enough about our Hospice experience so far.  The doctors and nurses here treat us all like we are family.  The facilities feel more like a Bed and Breakfast than anything else. I am in awe of the care that they are providing to all of us.  I will always be impressed by what is offered here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;One thing is for sure, taking this journey together has changed our family.  We have all come together, thankful for how close we have always been and the time we have to spend together.  This chapter of our lives has bonded us together and strengthened our faith and love in one another.  Once again, thank you Millie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834065070135843352-1202293962081410263?l=dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1202293962081410263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834065070135843352&amp;postID=1202293962081410263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/1202293962081410263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/1202293962081410263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s Been A While'/><author><name>thefurlongs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStvQnGJUiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rUM8LC5vXyg/S220/IMG_0057a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/TDtHR1g1HMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/DU30P21dhhM/s72-c/sc024403d901.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834065070135843352.post-8101707259448004760</id><published>2008-11-24T17:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T17:28:39.677-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chicago'/><title type='text'>Almost Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStUTtmGw0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/5hkQDSHWCfw/s1600-h/IMG_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272400486400967490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStUTtmGw0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/5hkQDSHWCfw/s320/IMG_0113.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStULca8PYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Qk35UiaF_kA/s1600-h/IMG_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272400344351784322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStULca8PYI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Qk35UiaF_kA/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStUCT0N2PI/AAAAAAAAAD4/N2a1HKrDg0c/s1600-h/IMG_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272400187423054066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStUCT0N2PI/AAAAAAAAAD4/N2a1HKrDg0c/s320/IMG_0111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStT21j-87I/AAAAAAAAADw/eAs77ZuIwCY/s1600-h/IMG_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272399990323344306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStT21j-87I/AAAAAAAAADw/eAs77ZuIwCY/s320/IMG_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStTrdtkz3I/AAAAAAAAADo/wk8Ppkznvqo/s1600-h/IMG_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272399794942562162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStTrdtkz3I/AAAAAAAAADo/wk8Ppkznvqo/s320/IMG_0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStThzMiTWI/AAAAAAAAADg/_gabWrwATew/s1600-h/Copy+of+IMG_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272399628910873954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStThzMiTWI/AAAAAAAAADg/_gabWrwATew/s320/Copy+of+IMG_0151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I love this time of year. The leaves change colors, the air gets cool and I remember falling in love. Fall is so exciting. We are preparing for Thanksgiving and all the family traditions that we have created thus far. One of my favorites is decorating for Christmas. I have 11 trees this year and I am so excited to put them all up in our new home. I can hardly wait. I will post pics as soon as they are up... Love, K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834065070135843352-8101707259448004760?l=dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8101707259448004760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834065070135843352&amp;postID=8101707259448004760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/8101707259448004760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/8101707259448004760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/2008/11/almost-thanksgiving.html' title='Almost Thanksgiving'/><author><name>thefurlongs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStvQnGJUiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rUM8LC5vXyg/S220/IMG_0057a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStUTtmGw0I/AAAAAAAAAEI/5hkQDSHWCfw/s72-c/IMG_0113.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834065070135843352.post-9127855040636155206</id><published>2008-07-27T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T15:31:58.799-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Up With thefurlongs!</title><content type='html'>I know it has been a while since I have written, (sorry Aunt Mary &amp;amp; Uncle Bobbie). I thought I would catch you up.&lt;br /&gt;Summer is flying by, and we are soaking up every minute. As you know, the kids come home for the summer with only a 10 day interruption. I have modified my work schedule to be home on Saturday, Sunday and Monday, and well...to be honest I never work past lunch on Friday either. My work ethic and phylosophy is that I would rather bust my butt while I am there and get my butt back home to my husband and kids.&lt;br /&gt;This summer has given us all an opportunity to relax and enjoy one another. Ashley, Matt's girlfriend came to work with me at BCBSF. We both have a newfound love for carpooling, lunches together in SJTC and pedicures at Bella Diva. We have really gotten to know eachother better and I am thankful to God for the blessing. Unfortunately she had to leave to go back to UCF a couple of weeks ago. The great news is that she will be back to work with me in August and probably at Christmas too!&lt;br /&gt;Josh has spent much time this summer working with Stan, but I hav taken advantage of every moment to get close to him too. We have spent alot of time talking about faith, marriage, friends and believe it or not, POLITICS!&lt;br /&gt;Katie has also had a fabulous summer. She has probably spent the most time on my coattails for which I am always greatful. I dread the day when she is independent and would rather do things without me. For right now, she has so much to share with me, she would follow me in the bathroom if I would let her!&lt;br /&gt;Tyler is now in football. This may very well take over our whole family! It is a huge committment but we are up for the challenge. He is very excited...just got his uniform and pads this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I am sad to take the year off of scouts, but I know we will have fun at MAA. Earlier in the year we had to remind the children that we have a one activity rule in our home. Josh and Katie both chose to participate in the Praise Band at our church. That choice allowed us to say okay to Tyler. I cant imagine us doing any more than this! You know how we are...family game nights, family movie nights, church... our lives are so full. For this I am so greatful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834065070135843352-9127855040636155206?l=dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/feeds/9127855040636155206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834065070135843352&amp;postID=9127855040636155206' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/9127855040636155206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/9127855040636155206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/2008/07/keeping-up-with-thefurlongs.html' title='Keeping Up With thefurlongs!'/><author><name>thefurlongs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStvQnGJUiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rUM8LC5vXyg/S220/IMG_0057a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834065070135843352.post-1492300810173491241</id><published>2008-05-20T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:33:06.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are My Son-shine / A Note to Tyler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SDMZaSbp57I/AAAAAAAAACY/3eBmLxX8LQs/s1600-h/Tyler+Cropped.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202529933958178738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SDMZaSbp57I/AAAAAAAAACY/3eBmLxX8LQs/s200/Tyler+Cropped.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You always have been. Since the day you were born. I have sung this to you and with you a million times. My heart skipped a beat when the call came that you were hurt. I am thankful for the angel that watched over you, I am well aware that it could have been worse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we watch you and wait for you to heal. So, so many people rally around to show their love and support. You are a very loved little boy. Besides, you are going to have an awesome scar. You can create great stories about the rabid bear that you were saving your sister from...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to say, you are tough as nails and I am so proud of you. I love you so much. - Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834065070135843352-1492300810173491241?l=dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/feeds/1492300810173491241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834065070135843352&amp;postID=1492300810173491241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/1492300810173491241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/1492300810173491241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-are-my-son-shine-note-to-tyler.html' title='You Are My Son-shine / A Note to Tyler'/><author><name>thefurlongs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStvQnGJUiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rUM8LC5vXyg/S220/IMG_0057a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SDMZaSbp57I/AAAAAAAAACY/3eBmLxX8LQs/s72-c/Tyler+Cropped.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834065070135843352.post-8239848067696893603</id><published>2008-05-03T11:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:33:06.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>k2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SBy2O854YzI/AAAAAAAAACM/tAz25Kd7v4U/s1600-h/K3.jpg.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196228438062031666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SBy2O854YzI/AAAAAAAAACM/tAz25Kd7v4U/s320/K3.jpg.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, im Katie(k2) as you know i love to shop and sing and dance well i like everything pretty much....:) but family friends and god are my top priority in life. and plan to keep it that way. hope you enjoy our family blog- k2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834065070135843352-8239848067696893603?l=dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/feeds/8239848067696893603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834065070135843352&amp;postID=8239848067696893603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/8239848067696893603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/8239848067696893603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/2008/05/k2.html' title='k2'/><author><name>thefurlongs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStvQnGJUiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rUM8LC5vXyg/S220/IMG_0057a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SBy2O854YzI/AAAAAAAAACM/tAz25Kd7v4U/s72-c/K3.jpg.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8834065070135843352.post-5970062449355731984</id><published>2008-05-03T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T05:33:07.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Our Family Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SByubs54YwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/EuF6YbnOLng/s1600-h/myspacepic4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196219861012341506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SByubs54YwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/EuF6YbnOLng/s320/myspacepic4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to thefurlong family's blog! I am so excited. I have wanted to begin a family blog page for quite a while now. I was inspired by Becki who has a wonderful blog page for all of her family and friends to visit, and by the LeSage's who have an awesome family website. Maybe you guys can teach us as we go... Have a blessed day! with love, K1 &amp;amp; K2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8834065070135843352-5970062449355731984?l=dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/feeds/5970062449355731984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8834065070135843352&amp;postID=5970062449355731984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/5970062449355731984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8834065070135843352/posts/default/5970062449355731984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbeginhere.blogspot.com/2008/05/welcome-to-our-family-blog.html' title='Welcome to Our Family Blog'/><author><name>thefurlongs</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SStvQnGJUiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/rUM8LC5vXyg/S220/IMG_0057a.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SbIad8uLMHY/SByubs54YwI/AAAAAAAAAB0/EuF6YbnOLng/s72-c/myspacepic4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
