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The Un-Celebrated Day

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Duane’s mom passed away the day before our 3rd anniversary.  So our anniversary ended up being a whirlwind of funeral planning, welcoming family, and grieving.

We  were at home for only 10 days before heading out of town again, but I was determined to at least give a nod of acknowledgemnt to the 3 years.  We ate at our favorite Mexican fast food – Qdobe – and then spent time in a part of town we rarely get to anymore.

We walked through a quaint little park on our way to get italian ice-cream.  My innovative husband tied/hung the camara from a tree, so hence the off center, blurry pictures.

I wonder what the next year hold for us.  It is with excitement and a bit of uncertainty that I walk into this next year with my travel companion for life.

IN OTHER NEWS:

This is becoming a common site on our block.  But the other night when gun-shots were actually fired, they never showed up.  It appeard that the shooting may have been part of early 4th celebrations, but it sure had the neighbors riled up.  I’d have been riled up too, if it were my kids playing on the street.

And then we went to Atlanta!  Ever since we were married (you do the math) we’ve been saying that we want to visit these friends.  They lived in South Carolina when we first talked of going.  But their “story” now has them in Atlanta, so that’s where the visit took place.  Not a bad place to visit friends either, I must say.  Steve & Christy are friends of Duane’s from years back (Steve from childhood days) and it was so fun to spend time with people who are alive with vision and dreams.  We were challenged, encouraged, and blessed.

NEXT STOP. . .

"I want to talk about what it might mean for us to turn our chairs toward each other and pour out the life in our hearts into our brothers and sisters, and to let them pour into us."  -L. Crabb

"I want to talk about what it might mean for us to turn our chairs toward each other and pour out the life in our hearts into our brothers and sisters, and to let them pour into us." -L. Crabb

. . .Asheville, North Carolina.  More on that later possibly.

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