<?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-241722556169659301</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:45:11.059-04:00</updated><category term='Santa'/><category term='Nutcracker'/><title type='text'>Tied Together in Knotts</title><subtitle type='html'>Our family blog - just trying to stay in touch with our family &amp;amp; friends.  And since our last name is Knotts, well...there ya go.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>117</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-2923907223857846813</id><published>2010-04-10T15:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T15:21:55.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>House For Sale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beautiful 3,000 sq. ft home &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in Knobley Estates Subdivision, Short Gap,WV.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S8DKbBCOZCI/AAAAAAAABCw/boJCsfZTOwQ/s1600/House+Front+from+Left.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S8DKbBCOZCI/AAAAAAAABCw/boJCsfZTOwQ/s320/House+Front+from+Left.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S8DJrWsc6dI/AAAAAAAABCQ/T2eExEdofa8/s1600/House+Rt.+Side.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S8DJrWsc6dI/AAAAAAAABCQ/T2eExEdofa8/s320/House+Rt.+Side.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 8 years old, this home is a gem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three bedrooms, 2.5 baths, large kitchen and main-level laundry room.&amp;nbsp; Completely finished daylight basement with large game room, home office/4th bedroom, and den. Spacious layout and storage everywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S8DMcVVKDpI/AAAAAAAABC4/Mw3_7x7JKxA/s1600/House+Back+Side.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S8DMcVVKDpI/AAAAAAAABC4/Mw3_7x7JKxA/s320/House+Back+Side.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sits on .58 acres on quiet dead end street.&amp;nbsp; Minutes&amp;nbsp;from ATK, schools and Cumberland.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S8DMqq3b7AI/AAAAAAAABDA/v5TTXBoE2Ao/s1600/House+Back+Garden.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S8DMqq3b7AI/AAAAAAAABDA/v5TTXBoE2Ao/s320/House+Back+Garden.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing by appointment, only serious buyers please. 301-697-7371 or 301-697-7370&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S8DMy4HWSqI/AAAAAAAABDI/F4KI0jj6abg/s1600/House+Left+Side.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: right; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S8DMy4HWSqI/AAAAAAAABDI/F4KI0jj6abg/s320/House+Left+Side.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-2923907223857846813?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2923907223857846813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=2923907223857846813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/2923907223857846813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/2923907223857846813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2010/04/house-for-sale.html' title='House For Sale'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S8DKbBCOZCI/AAAAAAAABCw/boJCsfZTOwQ/s72-c/House+Front+from+Left.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-1215628052406996069</id><published>2010-03-08T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T08:27:28.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Still Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S5T651drtpI/AAAAAAAABCA/R4lODnpxnRM/s1600-h/Sunday+at+Church+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S5T651drtpI/AAAAAAAABCA/R4lODnpxnRM/s320/Sunday+at+Church+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-1215628052406996069?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1215628052406996069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=1215628052406996069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/1215628052406996069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/1215628052406996069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2010/03/were-still-here.html' title='We&apos;re Still Here!'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S5T651drtpI/AAAAAAAABCA/R4lODnpxnRM/s72-c/Sunday+at+Church+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-6999039214859459731</id><published>2010-02-05T12:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T13:28:33.787-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired of Snow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S2xcWTVfFAI/AAAAAAAABBI/7CSrkehP4Dc/s1600-h/Snowman+Lynching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434820388546614274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S2xcWTVfFAI/AAAAAAAABBI/7CSrkehP4Dc/s320/Snowman+Lynching.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm sure I'm not the only one getting stinkin' tired of snow. If you haven't tired of it yet, call me after this weekend's snowstorm is over - just wondering if you'll change your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never really been a snow bunny - I'm more the beach bunny type! Give me some sun and surf and I'm happy! But I guess without winter we wouldn't appreciate the summer...atleast that's what I'm told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as I was on the treadmill this morning I was thinking of all the things that one could do while snowed in this weekend that would make the wait worthwhile. So, here's my list of to do's that might encourage you to get off your butt and do something other than veg in front of the boob tube!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Clean out the closets.&lt;/strong&gt; If is sounds too daunting to do them all just pick one. Wow! That's progress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Download pictures from your camera.&lt;/strong&gt; You know, the ones from 5 years ago that are still lost in digital picture land and have never seen the light of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Exercise.&lt;/strong&gt; Don't have equipment? That's okay, use your kid's jump rope or hula hoop, run the stairs, even benchpress the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Write a friend a note.&lt;/strong&gt; I DON'T mean on facebook! I mean sit down, get paper and a pen and actually write them a letter or a card. There have been so many times I've wanted to send a note of encouragement and found myself saying "I just don't have a minute to do it". Well, we have a whole weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Start that project you've been meaning to do&lt;/strong&gt;. Scrapbooking, sewing, painting, whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Play a game&lt;/strong&gt;. With the introduction of Wii, XBox, Playstation, Nintendo DS's and such we've forgotten that there are actually board games that are collecting dust on the shelves in the playroom and it brings the whole family together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Read a book&lt;/strong&gt;. I know we all have books lying around that people have passed on to us, or we've picked up along the way, with all intentions of actually reading them, but we just never found the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Host the neighborhood. &lt;/strong&gt;This one actually came to mind as 3 of the neighbor kids were here playing all morning. It would be nice if everyone would take a 2 or 3 hour leg of the marathon and then all the parents would have a few quiet moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Pay the bills and prepare the taxes.&lt;/strong&gt; Some of you, I'm sure, are more organized than me and have had your taxes done or turned in to the CPA since January 31st but this would be a good time to do all that if not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Enjoy the snow!&lt;/strong&gt; Go play outside with the kids, have a snowball fight, sled ride, shovel the neighbors sidewalk. It won't be long and it'll be gone - THANK GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/277/587E12F73899FD40CA74CEBF4831B695.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-6999039214859459731?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6999039214859459731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=6999039214859459731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/6999039214859459731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/6999039214859459731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2010/02/tired-of-snow.html' title='Tired of Snow?'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S2xcWTVfFAI/AAAAAAAABBI/7CSrkehP4Dc/s72-c/Snowman+Lynching.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-5712864381319155034</id><published>2010-01-31T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T21:07:26.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tebow Takes a Stand</title><content type='html'>Read this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://townhall.com/columnists/BrentBozell/2010/01/29/tebow_takes_a_stand"&gt;Brent Bozell : Tebow Takes a Stand - Townhall.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-5712864381319155034?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://townhall.com/columnists/BrentBozell/2010/01/29/tebow_takes_a_stand' title='Tebow Takes a Stand'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5712864381319155034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=5712864381319155034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/5712864381319155034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/5712864381319155034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2010/01/tebow-takes-stand.html' title='Tebow Takes a Stand'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-6280261516746698185</id><published>2010-01-30T16:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T08:46:57.504-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This week I was in DC for the National Abstinence Grantees Conference hosted by the Dept of Health and Human Services. It was a conference for all programs in the country that have benefited from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CBAE&lt;/span&gt; Grant (Community Based Abstinence Educ.). This conference is necessary for networking, training, and (this year) for assistance in sustainability. That means.....how to continue when the government says your program isn't worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The abstinence programs teach, inspire, and encourage our young people to have healthy relationships, value their bodies, and question the myth of "safe sex". Our current administration has decided to discontinue, ALL funds for abstinence education. I have much to say in regards to this and may even continue writing about it on here but that's not the purpose for my post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most know, the very last session of a conference is usually the one most people skip out on. They are tired, overwhelmed, burned-out from the week and decide to shop, sleep, or head home early rather than finish out the meetings. Well, we had the largest turnout ever for the final session and I want to share with you why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex Jordan and Brett Harris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These twin, 21 year-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; founded the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rebelution&lt;/span&gt;, an online organization they describe as a "teenage rebellion against low expectations."  Through this, the twins encourage young people to "be exemplary in all areas of life" rather than treat the teen years as a "vacation from responsibility."  Alex and Brett also wrote &lt;em&gt;Do Hard Things: A Teenage Rebellion against Low Expectations&lt;/em&gt; and are the main speakers for their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Rebelution&lt;/span&gt; Tour conferences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've added their blog to my favorites and encourage you to pass it on to young people you know. While you are at it pick up their book &lt;em&gt;Do Hard Things&lt;/em&gt;.  These young men stirred my excitement for challenging our youth.  Teens want to do more, (and they can!) but our pop culture tells them it's not cool, realistic or worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must add their speech also reminded me that I'm not too old to do more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-6280261516746698185?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6280261516746698185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=6280261516746698185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/6280261516746698185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/6280261516746698185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-week-i-was-in-dc-for-national.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-8927027945546893619</id><published>2010-01-17T23:25:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:40:19.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Today I celebrate my birthday. I don't know if everyone does this, but birthdays cause me to be somber and reflective. I tend to think about where I've been and where I'm going, really taking in all that the day really means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't bore you with the details. But as we drove to church this morning I told Joel that Aaron used to say to me "Leah, you're really getting old". I would remind him that he would ALWAYS be older than me. But today I'm older than Aaron ever was. Passing away at the age of 35 he never saw his 36th birthday. I stop and think of all who mean so much to me and wonder if they really know how much they've impacted my life. Have I done enough to impact theirs? Have I served my Lord as deeply and passionately as I should. Would He tell me "Well done thy good and faithful servant"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you taken the time to think about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/277/587E12F73899FD40CA74CEBF4831B695.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-8927027945546893619?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8927027945546893619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=8927027945546893619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/8927027945546893619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/8927027945546893619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2010/01/birthday-thoughts.html' title='Birthday Thoughts'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-8701739229733376181</id><published>2010-01-17T23:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:24:08.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>January 9th</title><content type='html'>We celebrated what would have been Aaron's 38th birthday together as a family at the cemetary. It was a bitter cold day but the sun made it bearable (and more cheerful). We couldn't drive up the hill because it was still snow and ice covered so we all walked. We brought balloons, pie (Aaron's preference over cake) and an ice cream cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S1Pf8Lx3dJI/AAAAAAAABBA/g1OpaR2bOuA/s1600-h/Aaron+b-day+up+to+grave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427928200958669970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S1Pf8Lx3dJI/AAAAAAAABBA/g1OpaR2bOuA/s320/Aaron+b-day+up+to+grave.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell it was very cold? I think it was 28 degrees. Standing (adults) are Adam, Amy, Mother, me, and Daddy. Standing and kneeling are the kids: Olivia, Rachel, Ryan and Zachary. Raegan was at basketball with Joel and Steve was home with the babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S1Pf78yUm1I/AAAAAAAABA4/E0ut0FY5Dgg/s1600-h/Aaron+b-day+group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427928196934048594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S1Pf78yUm1I/AAAAAAAABA4/E0ut0FY5Dgg/s320/Aaron+b-day+group.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We sang happy birthday to him and enjoyed the cake together. I think I speak for everyone when I say "the day was good for the soul."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S1Pf7jFV61I/AAAAAAAABAw/8Ghgm7usE6o/s1600-h/Aaron+b-day+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427928190034504530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S1Pf7jFV61I/AAAAAAAABAw/8Ghgm7usE6o/s320/Aaron+b-day+cake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy birthday in Heaven dear brother you are still missed so much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/277/587E12F73899FD40CA74CEBF4831B695.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-8701739229733376181?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8701739229733376181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=8701739229733376181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/8701739229733376181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/8701739229733376181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-9th.html' title='January 9th'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S1Pf8Lx3dJI/AAAAAAAABBA/g1OpaR2bOuA/s72-c/Aaron+b-day+up+to+grave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-6079731547260137878</id><published>2010-01-17T22:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T23:09:17.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Snow</title><content type='html'>The big snow storm that hit the Northeast before Christmas was so beautiful.  It was the first DEEP snow that we've had in years!  I think the last one I can remember was when I was in college at Clarion back in 19??.   Yeah, right, like I'm going to say the year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S1PddeXIT4I/AAAAAAAABAo/TvjNMupJIT0/s1600-h/woods+with+big+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427925474347601794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S1PddeXIT4I/AAAAAAAABAo/TvjNMupJIT0/s320/woods+with+big+snow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the snow on the back deck, that strange shape in the corner is a potted mum that I never took in after Thanksgiving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S1Pdc15oVvI/AAAAAAAABAg/MDDg53FQ_T8/s1600-h/back+deck+big+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427925463486453490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S1Pdc15oVvI/AAAAAAAABAg/MDDg53FQ_T8/s320/back+deck+big+snow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S1Pdcj_UMoI/AAAAAAAABAY/qskaavdzQXU/s1600-h/Raegan+in+big+snow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427925458678461058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S1Pdcj_UMoI/AAAAAAAABAY/qskaavdzQXU/s320/Raegan+in+big+snow.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, when all was said and done we measured 26"! It was definately a ton of fun and it lasted long enough to give us a white Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-6079731547260137878?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6079731547260137878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=6079731547260137878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/6079731547260137878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/6079731547260137878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-snow.html' title='Big Snow'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/S1PddeXIT4I/AAAAAAAABAo/TvjNMupJIT0/s72-c/woods+with+big+snow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-6492106644297344048</id><published>2009-11-07T11:37:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T12:23:54.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miley Cyrus</title><content type='html'>The flu hit our house this week when Raegan was sent home from school on Tuesday with a fever and headache. By Wednesday morning we were pretty sure it may be H1N1. I called her Dr. and they said no reason to bring her in but because of her respiratory problems this time of year (she's on a Flexhaler, Inhaler, &amp;amp; Singulair -- druggie!) they wanted her to start Tami flu. We picked it up that afternoon but hadn't started it because by Wednesday evening she was feeling much better. However, the word on the street is that with this H1N1 they are sick a couple days then feel better and then they are hit with the secondary infection. Well, to avoid that we started the Tami flu. [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As a side note if you are lucky enough to get Tami flu it is VERY expensive! We do not have prescription coverage so we pay all meds -- this one is $140 bucks a bottle and it's not a big bottle!!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will do anything to keep my child from getting deathly sick but I also had ulterior motives in this decision. You see I had purchased tickets to a Miley Cyrus concert in State College, PA and I really didn't want them to go to waste. What would you do?! By Thursday morning Raegan woke me at 6 am and begged to go to school. I think she thought she could only go to the concert if she was well enough to go to school. She rested the rest of the morning and then we headed for Penn State at 2 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWoyaScNsI/AAAAAAAABAQ/KIoflw1W7ms/s1600-h/M.C.+-+BJC+Sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWoyaScNsI/AAAAAAAABAQ/KIoflw1W7ms/s320/M.C.+-+BJC+Sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401408912104371906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were there before the doors opened!&lt;br /&gt;Raegan &amp;amp; Marysol&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWoyLEiuOI/AAAAAAAABAI/K7HXhgHq2Ec/s1600-h/M.C.+Girls+in+front+of+sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWoyLEiuOI/AAAAAAAABAI/K7HXhgHq2Ec/s320/M.C.+Girls+in+front+of+sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401408908019546338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can see that Raegan wasn't feeling 100% but she never let it show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWmuwnGzkI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/o-jBsETTkTI/s1600-h/M.C.+Raegan+%26+mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWmuwnGzkI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/o-jBsETTkTI/s320/M.C.+Raegan+%26+mom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401406650353897026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Marysol and her mom Esther.  They are the ones&lt;br /&gt;that found out about the concert and called us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWoxwJ6eeI/AAAAAAAABAA/n3OAyucxpNo/s1600-h/M.C.+Esther+%26+Marysol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWoxwJ6eeI/AAAAAAAABAA/n3OAyucxpNo/s320/M.C.+Esther+%26+Marysol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401408900794317282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We didn't think we had the best seating - nosebleed section!!  But we soon found out that they actually WERE the best.  We could see everything, even some of the behind the stage stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The opening song - she had just broken out of that plastic,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bubble looking thing on the left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWmvJ9gnPI/AAAAAAAAA_g/qeUEnVroDu8/s1600-h/M.C.+Coming+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWmvJ9gnPI/AAAAAAAAA_g/qeUEnVroDu8/s320/M.C.+Coming+out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401406657158749426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's actually Miley Cyrus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWmvxM0T7I/AAAAAAAAA_w/4MaOjobs_bE/s1600-h/M.C.+-+girls+having+fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWmvxM0T7I/AAAAAAAAA_w/4MaOjobs_bE/s320/M.C.+-+girls+having+fun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401406667691937714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWmwN74P1I/AAAAAAAAA_4/SXQmfwhM6n0/s1600-h/M.C..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWmwN74P1I/AAAAAAAAA_4/SXQmfwhM6n0/s320/M.C..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401406675405520722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWkcs2lKOI/AAAAAAAAA-w/JZA4ML0fn_4/s1600-h/M.C.+on+front+stage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWkcs2lKOI/AAAAAAAAA-w/JZA4ML0fn_4/s320/M.C.+on+front+stage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401404141084158178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miley singing some ocean song - didn't recognize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWkcxkmtiI/AAAAAAAAA-4/fJgUciv_B84/s1600-h/M.C.+-+ocean+song.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWkcxkmtiI/AAAAAAAAA-4/fJgUciv_B84/s320/M.C.+-+ocean+song.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401404142350939682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were some great visual effects.  This is part of the song FLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWkdH40y2I/AAAAAAAAA_A/joFPxJbyVFw/s1600-h/M.C.+-+FLY+Vis.+Eff..jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWkdH40y2I/AAAAAAAAA_A/joFPxJbyVFw/s320/M.C.+-+FLY+Vis.+Eff..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401404148341328738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Same song, she is flying over the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWkdUspPwI/AAAAAAAAA_I/WhKoUYdovLI/s1600-h/M.C.+FLY+over+crowd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWkdUspPwI/AAAAAAAAA_I/WhKoUYdovLI/s320/M.C.+FLY+over+crowd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401404151779901186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The girls groovin' out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWkdsBpJdI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/pvG05eISvwY/s1600-h/M.C.+girls+dancing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWkdsBpJdI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/pvG05eISvwY/s320/M.C.+girls+dancing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401404158041990610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Miley playing the piano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWjh5zvl3I/AAAAAAAAA-o/mlGEmgPVgnM/s1600-h/M.C.+at+piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWjh5zvl3I/AAAAAAAAA-o/mlGEmgPVgnM/s320/M.C.+at+piano.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401403130949638002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She did a "tribute" to the song I Love Rock n Roll"&lt;br /&gt;and they took her over the crowd on this motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWjhqle8wI/AAAAAAAAA-g/7kaGEl9X5Yw/s1600-h/M.C.+on+motorcycle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWjhqle8wI/AAAAAAAAA-g/7kaGEl9X5Yw/s320/M.C.+on+motorcycle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401403126863295234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not exactly front row seats but what a great view of it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWjhbmCynI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/AvLKrHtjZgg/s1600-h/M.C.+-+the+crowd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWjhbmCynI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/AvLKrHtjZgg/s320/M.C.+-+the+crowd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401403122839112306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWjhP3ja3I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/zW7PT9U781g/s1600-h/M.C.+-+the+end.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWjhP3ja3I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/zW7PT9U781g/s320/M.C.+-+the+end.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401403119691328370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls had a great time but look at those tired eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWjg736oFI/AAAAAAAAA-I/ccdSKbSJxU0/s1600-h/M.C.+-+girls+HAD+FUN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWjg736oFI/AAAAAAAAA-I/ccdSKbSJxU0/s320/M.C.+-+girls+HAD+FUN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401403114324140114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a 3 1/2 hour ride home to go but the girls didn't mind!  We also had to find our way out of State College - rahr, we did it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/277/587E12F73899FD40CA74CEBF4831B695.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-6492106644297344048?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6492106644297344048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=6492106644297344048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/6492106644297344048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/6492106644297344048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/miley-cyrus.html' title='Miley Cyrus'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWoyaScNsI/AAAAAAAABAQ/KIoflw1W7ms/s72-c/M.C.+-+BJC+Sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-7618812693323608584</id><published>2009-11-07T11:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T11:36:30.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I'm only seven days late on posting the Halloween pictures - that's not bad for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Mimi made the costumes for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Raegan&lt;/span&gt; and her twin cousins. She continues to amaze us all with her sewing and crafting abilities. The kids are still "in to" Mimi making their costumes but we aren't sure how much longer that will last. For now we enjoy seeing what characters each Halloween brings about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Raegan&lt;/span&gt; decided on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Super Girl&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWexRoz24I/AAAAAAAAA-A/Du9nGaaZamY/s1600-h/Halloween+-+Supergirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWexRoz24I/AAAAAAAAA-A/Du9nGaaZamY/s320/Halloween+-+Supergirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401397897486130050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jansen was a robot and Isaiah was "Harry Potter" - it was a perfect look for him!  Notice their bags always match their outfit as well - this ain't Lillian Vernon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWexPNK2NI/AAAAAAAAA94/Cvwq13JrAuI/s1600-h/Halloween+-+cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWexPNK2NI/AAAAAAAAA94/Cvwq13JrAuI/s320/Halloween+-+cousins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401397896833325266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are several neighbors that enjoy scaring all the kids in the neighborhood.  This year our next door neighbor disguised himself as one of their bushes and jumped out at the kids!  It was a riot but I think we had some very frightened little ones!  Can you see him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWewm_cOlI/AAAAAAAAA9w/KEwEADMCcOM/s1600-h/Halloween+-+Bush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWewm_cOlI/AAAAAAAAA9w/KEwEADMCcOM/s320/Halloween+-+Bush.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401397886038325842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here he is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;up close&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWewe50pSI/AAAAAAAAA9o/LUKP7jUhy90/s1600-h/Halloween+-+bush+up+close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWewe50pSI/AAAAAAAAA9o/LUKP7jUhy90/s320/Halloween+-+bush+up+close.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401397883867276578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The weather cooperated with us somewhat - it didn't rain BUT it was very windy and cold.  We had a great time but we were anxious to get back to the warm house and have pizza with friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the treasures &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Super Girl&lt;/span&gt; "rescued" from the bag guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWewNF_D9I/AAAAAAAAA9g/vJRXElSLMgA/s1600-h/Halloween+-+candy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWewNF_D9I/AAAAAAAAA9g/vJRXElSLMgA/s320/Halloween+-+candy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401397879086452690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No taffy or caramel -- braces will be off soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/277/587E12F73899FD40CA74CEBF4831B695.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-7618812693323608584?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7618812693323608584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=7618812693323608584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/7618812693323608584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/7618812693323608584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWexRoz24I/AAAAAAAAA-A/Du9nGaaZamY/s72-c/Halloween+-+Supergirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-6561372633205050078</id><published>2009-11-07T10:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T11:15:07.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October 5th, 2009</title><content type='html'>This view of Evitts Mountain was taken on the anniversary of Aaron's death.  I traveled around to visit my family members and stopped at the cemetery.  This view from Aaron's burial site is breathtaking year round but the colors that were beginning to transform the mountain side were especially picturesque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWYOH_l8yI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/oStJNoTAlt8/s1600-h/2nd+Anniv+Aaron+-+fall+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWYOH_l8yI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/oStJNoTAlt8/s320/2nd+Anniv+Aaron+-+fall+view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401390696532144930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The flag not far from Aaron's site was flapping crisply in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWTr-NhlUI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/StqDTo0tb9k/s1600-h/2nd+Anniv.+Aaron+-+flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWTr-NhlUI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/StqDTo0tb9k/s320/2nd+Anniv.+Aaron+-+flag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401385711744161090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother and Daddy, you diligently keep up the ground and the decorations at his grave site.  I'm so glad you are right there to care for it.  When I am able to travel out there to visit, it is comforting to see it so well cared for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWTrm1yf2I/AAAAAAAAA9I/eaQNPIOux8E/s1600-h/2nd+Anniv.+Aaron+-+tombstone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWTrm1yf2I/AAAAAAAAA9I/eaQNPIOux8E/s320/2nd+Anniv.+Aaron+-+tombstone.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401385705470590818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWTrQ8KugI/AAAAAAAAA9A/7YjtViroI9c/s1600-h/2nd+Anniv.+Aaron+-+tombstone+back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWTrQ8KugI/AAAAAAAAA9A/7YjtViroI9c/s320/2nd+Anniv.+Aaron+-+tombstone+back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401385699591764482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;View of the valley where the C-130 approached the burial site.  The memory of that moment still gives me chills - it was immensely overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWTrH-lJTI/AAAAAAAAA84/GjjfKzeoSE0/s1600-h/2nd+Anniv.+Aaron+-+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWTrH-lJTI/AAAAAAAAA84/GjjfKzeoSE0/s320/2nd+Anniv.+Aaron+-+view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401385697185965362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For some of you this may not seem quite appropriate for my blog but for other family members that aren't close by, I think it helps to remain close and connected to Aaron and where he was put to rest.  We all know he is NOT there but rather with our Lord and Saviour in Heaven.  The site, however, and all of its surroundings allow us to pray, cry, grieve, and even celebrate Aaron's life &amp;amp; death and how the Lord has used it for His glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/277/587E12F73899FD40CA74CEBF4831B695.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-6561372633205050078?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6561372633205050078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=6561372633205050078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/6561372633205050078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/6561372633205050078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2009/11/october-5th-2009.html' title='October 5th, 2009'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SvWYOH_l8yI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/oStJNoTAlt8/s72-c/2nd+Anniv+Aaron+-+fall+view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-3970849641223297731</id><published>2009-10-31T11:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T11:22:44.722-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Bitter to Better</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;She's just a bitter old woman!"  Have you ever heard someone described in that  way?  I have.  And amazingly, when someone uses the word "bitter," I know  exactly what they mean.  Webster defines bitter as "galling; exhibiting intense  animosity, harshly reproachful, marked by cynicism and rancor."  It stems from  deep seated anger and a lack of forgiveness that plants itself into a soul and  is watered and fertilized by playing and replaying the video of the offense in  the theater of the mind.  &lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Paul warns us that having a "root of bitterness" can grow up and  "defile many" (Hebrews 12:15).   James tell us that bitterness is from the devil  (James 3:14-15).  And Peter cautions that bitterness can keep us from being  effective in ministry (Acts 8:22-24).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Just like Naomi in the story of Ruth, bitterness in our hearts will produce  bitterness in our actions.  The only way to be free of bitterness is to let go  of past offenses and refuse to collect them.  Collect antiques, beanie babies,  or even shoes.  But don't collect grudges.  There's not enough storage space in  your heart to bear the load.  Grudges just tumble out every time the door to  your mouth is opened. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;"My mother used to be a bitter woman," Tim explained.  "But then she got  Alzheimer's disease and forgot what she was so bitter about.  She actually  became a very pleasant person to be around."  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oh, that we would forget while we  are still well enough to enjoy the freedom&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Rather than growing bitter, choose to be better!  Think on the words to this  poem found in John Cook's book, The Book of Positive Quotations.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;The Hard Way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;For every hill I've had to climb,&lt;br /&gt;For every stone that  bruised my feet,&lt;br /&gt;For all the blood and sweat and grime,&lt;br /&gt;For blinding  storms and burning heat,&lt;br /&gt;My heart sings but a grateful song-&lt;br /&gt;These were  the things that made me strong.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;Those do not sound like the words of a bitter person but a better person.   The fact is that hurt is inevitable in relationships.  We are sinful creatures  living in a fallen world and it is only by the grace of God that we can be a  blessing to anyone.  The only way to be better rather than bitter is to extend  the same grace to others that God extended to us through Jesus Christ.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The key  to writing a beautiful life story is to have a pencil with a good eraser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;If ever there was a person who had the "right" to be bitter, it was Joseph.   The Bible tells us he was thrown into a pit and left for dead, sold into  slavery, falsely accused of attempted rape, forgotten by his friends, and  unjustly detained in a prison cell for many years.  And yet, after his release  and subsequent appointment as governor of Egypt, he came face-to-face with the  very brothers who caused his demise. Rather than give them the punishment they  deserved, he said, "You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to  accomplish what is now being done, the saving of many lives" (Genesis 50:20).   Joseph chose not to be bitter, but to allow his circumstances to make him  better.  And with God's help, we can do the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong style=""&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Dear  LORD, I choose to let the struggles of life make me better and not bitter.  I  forgive those who have hurt me and refuse to hold a grudge.  I will look for the  good in every difficult situation and think the best of others.  I know that a  bitter heart produces bitter fruit, and I refuse to allow my heart to get caught  in that trap. Now, Lord, help me accomplish what I have just confessed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span&gt;In Jesus' Name,&lt;br /&gt;Amen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-3970849641223297731?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3970849641223297731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=3970849641223297731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/3970849641223297731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/3970849641223297731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/from-bitter-to-better.html' title='From Bitter to Better'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-1871567019230806221</id><published>2009-10-29T09:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:19:47.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WVU Fans Show Their True Colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;This is from the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;UCONN School Paper    "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;The Daily Campus"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past three years, I, like any other  self-respecting UConn undergrad, have grown to hate the West Virginia  Mountaineers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Whether it was the 66-21 drubbing the UConn football  team received in Morgantown the year they were crowned Co-Big East champions or  Joe Alexander and the Mountaineers knocking the Huskies out in the 2008 Big East  basketball tournament, I developed a deep and undying hatred for everything West  Virginian. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;But Saturday changed all that. &lt;/span&gt;&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&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;With the football team playing the hardest game that  they have ever played, the Mountaineers - and more importantly their fans -  welcomed the Huskies with open arms. As the Huskies raced out of the tunnel, the  first time in two and a half years without Jasper Howard at their side, and into  a packed Milan Puskar Stadium, nobody, the team included, could have expected  what they were met with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;A large banner read "Today we are all Huskies: No. 6  Jasper Howard" and was littered with the signatures of thousands of West  Virginia students.. Students who had even less exposure to Howard than UConn  undergrads took the time out of their day to sign a banner commemorating his  life. Furthermore, Mountaineer fans in the crowd held signs that read "RIP  Jasper Howard" among other tributes to his accolades both on and off the field.  They welcomed UConn out of the tunnel with cheers, not jeers. The Huskies may  have expected an olive branch, but the Mountaineers forked over nearly the  entire tree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;While my column last week reminded us that Howard was a  student first and a football player second, the Mountaineer fans took this one  step further. Undoubtedly, none of the students who signed that banner or held  signs in the crowd had ever met Howard, and yet they felt compelled to show they  cared. They boiled the situation down to the bare essentials; that a fellow  human, regardless of his university affiliation and regardless of the fact that  he was a football player, had been murdered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I would like to take  this time to congratulate each and every West Virginia fan for their kindness  and understanding on Saturday. I've been to my fair share of sporting events and  seen the bad blood that can exist between rivals, especially at the college  level. But the Mountaineers, at least for that one game, put the rivalry aside  and realized there was more at stake than just a football game.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;When all is said and done I hope that the football team  walks away from the game not remembering the missed field goals, or the long  touchdown run that secured the win for West Virginia , but for the way that they  were greeted, as friends rather than enemies, despite playing in what is  normally such a hostile environment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Though the pre-game moment of silence,  players shaking hands and UConn coach Randy Edsall embracing West Virginia coach  Bill Stewart were all well and good, those were things that were planned far in  advance and enforced by administrators on both sides. Nobody forced those  students to sign that banner, nobody asked them to go out of their way to bring  signs to commemorate Howard. It was pure, unadulterated human compassion, the  likes of which I've rarely seen at a sporting event before and will likely not  see again in the near future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;So for those of you who are still moping about the loss  and what could have been, take a step back and realize what did happen on  Saturday. Taking a look in the stands made one realize that there's more to life  than Xs and Os, wins and losses, bowl berths and Big East  championships. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;And for the Mountaineers and their fans, I commend you.  Regardless of the rivalry, the wins and losses, you put all that aside and  reached out to a team that was visibly hurt. This is the kind of compassion you  simply don't see every day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;On Saturday, as your banner read, we were  all Huskies. For the rest of the season, at least until West Virginia travels to  The Rent in 2010, I would like to extend an olive branch of my own.  &lt;/span&gt;&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="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Mountaineer fans, given the compassion and tenacity you  showed on Saturday, you will always be Huskies to me.  &lt;/span&gt;&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/241722556169659301-1871567019230806221?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1871567019230806221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=1871567019230806221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/1871567019230806221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/1871567019230806221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/wvu-fans-show-their-true-colors.html' title='WVU Fans Show Their True Colors'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-5874655738476239313</id><published>2009-10-14T09:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T09:29:54.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Words Needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/StXRoyhPRLI/AAAAAAAAA8w/ngFgUl-A-7k/s1600-h/generations+of+valor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/StXRoyhPRLI/AAAAAAAAA8w/ngFgUl-A-7k/s320/generations+of+valor.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392446627532194994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-5874655738476239313?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5874655738476239313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=5874655738476239313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/5874655738476239313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/5874655738476239313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-words-needed.html' title='No Words Needed'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/StXRoyhPRLI/AAAAAAAAA8w/ngFgUl-A-7k/s72-c/generations+of+valor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-948646510064467374</id><published>2009-10-05T09:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:12:02.779-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning Through Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Two years ago I was not thinking about calling Aaron and telling him how much I loved him. I wasn't preparing myself for the most traumatic experience of my life. And I wasn't thinking hmmm....I wonder how much longer my beloved family members will be alive. I was living a normal fast-paced, self-absorbed day when - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHAM&lt;/span&gt; - I was hit with the reality of immortality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 2nd anniversary of the day that Aaron went home to be with the Lord.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This milestone consumed my thoughts as I flipped the calendar to October at the beginning of the month. I began to reflect and think about all the many changes that have occured since that fateful day. Some of the changes were instantaneous and necessary because of the now empty place that Aaron's life filled. But others have been in the making. Changes that are still evolving, continuing to reshape lives, thoughts and actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I can remember back in 2007 thinking, "Lord, there must be someone you are trying to reach, someone's life you are trying to impact with this". I never once thought that that person might be me. I shutter at the thought that it would take my brother's death to make changes in me. But I must admit that in the process it HAS changed me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tempted to itemize these changes and explain in detail here on my blog. But I have learned that this medium tends to bring out the writer in me and I may share more than necessary. So I'll suffice it to say that I continue to see God's hand of mercy working in my life and Him purifying my thoughts and actions everyday. I want (we all should) a life that leaves a legacy of obedience to God's call on my life. And that call is simply obeying His Word. What joy and peace we can find when we release the selfish grasp we have on our lives and fully embrace HIS PLAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/277/587E12F73899FD40CA74CEBF4831B695.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; do ALL things through Him who gives me strength and ALL things &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; work together for good to those that love Him and are called according to His purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-948646510064467374?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/948646510064467374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=948646510064467374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/948646510064467374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/948646510064467374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/learning-through-pain_05.html' title='Learning Through Pain'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-6037336559645736549</id><published>2009-10-04T15:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:57:03.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Invited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"&gt;LADIES WEEKEND RETREAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OCT. 16th &amp;amp; 17th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6 pm -10 pm on Friday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9 am - 3pm  on Saturday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Ssj6wXFopGI/AAAAAAAAA8o/FkIeTzh8_uU/s1600-h/Loving+well.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388832662887113826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Ssj6wXFopGI/AAAAAAAAA8o/FkIeTzh8_uU/s320/Loving+well.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Being held at Memorial Heights Baptist Church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cumberland, MD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 301-724-5876&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Bible Study with Beth Moore (via DVD) is for ladies only.  We will have worship &amp;amp; praise, fun-filled fellowship, skits and more.  Dinner will be at 6:15 on Friday evening and lunch will be served on Saturday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cost is only $20.  You must be signed up by Oct. 11th so that we can confirm the number attending with the caterer.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are praying for you to attend .... bring a friend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-6037336559645736549?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6037336559645736549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=6037336559645736549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/6037336559645736549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/6037336559645736549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-invited.html' title='You&apos;re Invited!'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Ssj6wXFopGI/AAAAAAAAA8o/FkIeTzh8_uU/s72-c/Loving+well.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-5050179547088294949</id><published>2009-09-13T21:35:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:33:08.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of 3rd Grade!</title><content type='html'>This year was a major change for Raegan. She moved to the Intermediate School. It's still a pretty small school (just 3rd &amp;amp; 4th grades) but all of the 2nd grade classes from two different schools merge and create five or six 3rd grade classes.&lt;br /&gt;She has been so excited about the Intermediate school - mostly because they get lockers, whoohoo! (&lt;em&gt;It's the little things in life, I guess.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Ssjm_vFt4cI/AAAAAAAAA8g/IXEGIycwKEI/s1600-h/first+day+3rd+gr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388810936795390402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Ssjm_vFt4cI/AAAAAAAAA8g/IXEGIycwKEI/s320/first+day+3rd+gr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So excited for this first day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Ssjm_NjX4nI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/FSXExMQcfKM/s1600-h/First+day+3rd+grade+w+backpack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388810927792972402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Ssjm_NjX4nI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/FSXExMQcfKM/s320/First+day+3rd+grade+w+backpack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She had a teacher picked out that she really wanted to get for 3rd grade and it was a matter of prayer over the summer. I kept reminding her that God would give her the teacher she should have and we would accept it. While we were away at the lake in August the class rosters were posted on the school website - Raegan got the news on our laptop while we were there.....she got Mrs. Alkire, YAYEEEEEEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the excitement level was intensified and by the morning of the first day she was up and dressed by 6 am. She actually woke us up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised I would drive her to school the first morning but that she had to ride the bus the rest of the year. (At the elem. school I drove her to school EVERY day). She kept saying "let's go, I don't want to be late." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We beat the buses to the school and she was the 2nd child in the building, the lights weren't even on in the gymnasium yet! Oh well, she was happy to be there and I'm counting my blessings that I don't have a child that hates school . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raegan &amp;amp; Mrs. Alkire&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Ssjm-mDEbNI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/-gVQZmT8ywE/s1600-h/3rd+grade+Mrs+Alkire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388810917188496594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Ssjm-mDEbNI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/-gVQZmT8ywE/s320/3rd+grade+Mrs+Alkire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Ssjm-UhSmbI/AAAAAAAAA8I/DIbThO-4KCk/s1600-h/first+day+3rd+gr.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wish I could say that this schedule has remained but it hasn't, I'm now dragging her butt out of bed at 6:15, forcing her to dress and begging her to eat breakfast. We then zoom out of the garage at 7:06 to catch the bus at 7:09. Whew! This is going to be a long year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is loving 3rd grade and her scores are excellent. We are extremely proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/277/587E12F73899FD40CA74CEBF4831B695.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-5050179547088294949?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5050179547088294949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=5050179547088294949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/5050179547088294949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/5050179547088294949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-3rd-grade.html' title='First Day of 3rd Grade!'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Ssjm_vFt4cI/AAAAAAAAA8g/IXEGIycwKEI/s72-c/first+day+3rd+gr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-696303157053148097</id><published>2009-09-13T21:25:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:24:52.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Football Already!</title><content type='html'>I always know when my summer is over - it's when pee wee football/cheering starts back up! Practices start the last week in July and you might as well kiss your life good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388808939088273394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SsjlLdDOX_I/AAAAAAAAA8A/KVSVqYk7xqY/s320/First+game+of+season+with+Alli.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The first game was the week before school started and we played the LaVale Lions. The excitement was high as we all arrived at the field at about 7:30 in the morning for a 9:00 game! I've never seen crazier fans (well, okay, maybe WVU could compare!) We've joked that our team should sell sideline lots to raise funds for the team - they would sell!! The parents and their canopies show up way before daylight, I swear some of them set them up late at night in the dark. So if you arrive at 8 am, you are so not going to get a spot. Peewee football is serious business in these parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SsjlKwNc7QI/AAAAAAAAA74/3PjnGU1hJCM/s1600-h/stretching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388808927051574530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SsjlKwNc7QI/AAAAAAAAA74/3PjnGU1hJCM/s320/stretching.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: why don't parents get this excited about getting their kids to church and involved in activities there? It's amazing how many hours we spend at a ballfield during the week and then those same parents can't find the time to attend church on Sunday morning - sorry, I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SsjkZSzVKpI/AAAAAAAAA7w/3VHxz3jbaAw/s1600-h/Jesse%27s+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388808077343795858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SsjkZSzVKpI/AAAAAAAAA7w/3VHxz3jbaAw/s320/Jesse%27s+hair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SsjkY4PAw0I/AAAAAAAAA7o/WogpEAkGNi8/s1600-h/Run+through.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388808070212141890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SsjkY4PAw0I/AAAAAAAAA7o/WogpEAkGNi8/s320/Run+through.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SsjkYptUxiI/AAAAAAAAA7g/holQ5i4TYBE/s1600-h/cheering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388808066312750626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SsjkYptUxiI/AAAAAAAAA7g/holQ5i4TYBE/s320/cheering.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SsjkYPGU-aI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/9eMf-A-Zmmw/s1600-h/Raegan+cheer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388808059169864098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SsjkYPGU-aI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/9eMf-A-Zmmw/s320/Raegan+cheer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We won the game 39 to 13. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since then, we've played 6 more games - our record is now 5 wins and 2 losses. 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She's asked us NUMEROUS times when we were going. Before Joel and I left for Puerto Rico we surprised her with the news that we would be going to Sea World when we got back. It gave her something to look forward to and helped keep her mind off mom and dad being gone so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So July 7th (2 weeks after we returned from PR) we took off for Orlando - flying, that is! There's no way we could drive that far and survive the car sickness between Raegan and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the Renaissance and checked into our room this was on the tub - isn't it cute?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwfirrWyYI/AAAAAAAAA4o/twyAN15bWHA/s1600-h/Little+Shamu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwfirrWyYI/AAAAAAAAA4o/twyAN15bWHA/s320/Little+Shamu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380710335501486466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room was great - the hotel was directly across from Sea World and our room faced the resort so we could watch the fireworks every night from the comfort of our beds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Posing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwfiCl9RZI/AAAAAAAAA4g/K-A-qICR1rE/s1600-h/Posing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwfiCl9RZI/AAAAAAAAA4g/K-A-qICR1rE/s320/Posing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380710324472989074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you've never been to Sea World, you've gotta go! The shows are amazing! We saw every single one there was - all of them! We got some great seats clear down front.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sqwfh-0POQI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/K9r8HS3cQTU/s1600-h/Shamu+up+close.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sqwfh-0POQI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/K9r8HS3cQTU/s320/Shamu+up+close.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380710323459143938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...but it's the soak zone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwfhdPwpKI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/gAE0Y7MKFhY/s1600-h/Soak+Zone%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwfhdPwpKI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/gAE0Y7MKFhY/s320/Soak+Zone%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380710314447774882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The killer whale and dolphin trainers do some amazing stunts, it is just so exciting to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sqwfg9pWvRI/AAAAAAAAA4I/cBadFR7DCfU/s1600-h/Surfin+on+Shamu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sqwfg9pWvRI/AAAAAAAAA4I/cBadFR7DCfU/s320/Surfin+on+Shamu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380710305965194514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the trip was the Dolphin Spotlight Tour that we scheduled ahead of time.  We spent an hour behind the scenes with the dolphins and trainers.  Raegan absolutely LOVES dolphins and she had never been this close to one.  What an experience for all three of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was so touching to watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwnhKVAypI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/6I8A7arN0ZE/s1600-h/Raegan+talking+to+the+dolphin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwnhKVAypI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/6I8A7arN0ZE/s320/Raegan+talking+to+the+dolphin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380719105462553234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saying hi to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sqwl2OaaH7I/AAAAAAAAA7A/EBl53g38shc/s1600-h/100_0970.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sqwl2OaaH7I/AAAAAAAAA7A/EBl53g38shc/s320/100_0970.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380717268312924082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are meeting the three boys that we were going to train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sqwl154eJjI/AAAAAAAAA64/6CMjxncaxlM/s1600-h/Touching+dolphin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sqwl154eJjI/AAAAAAAAA64/6CMjxncaxlM/s320/Touching+dolphin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380717262801872434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Is anyone watching me?"  I don't know what we were looking at but our little guy was showing off for us and we weren't even paying attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sqwl1Tuz4DI/AAAAAAAAA6w/epDN-HK3TKE/s1600-h/Anyone+watching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sqwl1Tuz4DI/AAAAAAAAA6w/epDN-HK3TKE/s320/Anyone+watching.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380717252560805938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feeding them fish - oooh yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sqwl0-NDZ6I/AAAAAAAAA6o/F_nR7kaxPOk/s1600-h/feeding+the+dolphins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sqwl0-NDZ6I/AAAAAAAAA6o/F_nR7kaxPOk/s320/feeding+the+dolphins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380717246782072738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were splashed more than once as you can see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwkspfZyrI/AAAAAAAAA6g/_yNkGHiap-8/s1600-h/trying+to+train+them.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwkspfZyrI/AAAAAAAAA6g/_yNkGHiap-8/s320/trying+to+train+them.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380716004271311538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we finished our bucket of fish it was time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sqwkr-XNyOI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/EwfYv2gebNA/s1600-h/With+our+dolphin+trainer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sqwkr-XNyOI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/EwfYv2gebNA/s320/With+our+dolphin+trainer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380715992694245602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I guess you can't go to Florida without getting a hairwrap - well, that's what Raegan said.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwkrtZqxqI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/1nH2VcQ1FHU/s1600-h/getting+hair+wrap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwkrtZqxqI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/1nH2VcQ1FHU/s320/getting+hair+wrap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380715988141131426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This stayed in until the day before school, when I cut it out of her head.  Not the whole chunk - each strand of string one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwkrFgp1tI/AAAAAAAAA6I/SjYb2J0Xf1M/s1600-h/the+hair+wrap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwkrFgp1tI/AAAAAAAAA6I/SjYb2J0Xf1M/s320/the+hair+wrap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380715977433011922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is this the infamous Luau dinner at Sea World, can't think of the Hawaiian name at the moment but it's a must see when you go.  They greet you with a lei, tatoos and drinks while you wait to be seated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwkqpIIyVI/AAAAAAAAA6A/jC3hHP9iIsY/s1600-h/The+Luau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwkqpIIyVI/AAAAAAAAA6A/jC3hHP9iIsY/s320/The+Luau.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380715969813989714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They perform the entire time and keep bringing the food to your table.  It's family style.&lt;br /&gt;They taught some volunteers a dance and of course Raegan was one of them on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sqwjh8DZKzI/AAAAAAAAA54/Fn9-kjCFKeI/s1600-h/raegan+on+stage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sqwjh8DZKzI/AAAAAAAAA54/Fn9-kjCFKeI/s320/raegan+on+stage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380714720763915058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little girl was darling, we think she was the daughter of the main character in the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwjhXThUhI/AAAAAAAAA5w/tB0mXGfG18Y/s1600-h/Little+luau+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwjhXThUhI/AAAAAAAAA5w/tB0mXGfG18Y/s320/Little+luau+girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380714710899446290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the luau we RAN to the Shamu Rocks! Show.  It's performed at night with lights and rock music, a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sqwjg089lUI/AAAAAAAAA5o/bgVCBNpeg1Y/s1600-h/shamu+at+night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sqwjg089lUI/AAAAAAAAA5o/bgVCBNpeg1Y/s320/shamu+at+night.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380714701678024002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These were the only 2 pics I got before it got too dark.  They just wouldn't do it any justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwjgrLQ4mI/AAAAAAAAA5g/kMqJt693pdw/s1600-h/3+shamus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwjgrLQ4mI/AAAAAAAAA5g/kMqJt693pdw/s320/3+shamus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380714699053654626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newest part of Sea World is it's own water park called Aquatica, it's a childs dream park - everything is water, you never have to dry off!  ha ha  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwjgMtfK1I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/DgvyYrBHxj0/s1600-h/Aquatica+sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwjgMtfK1I/AAAAAAAAA5Y/DgvyYrBHxj0/s320/Aquatica+sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380714690875698002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raegan makes friends everywhere she goes - must be because she's an only child (or maybe because she's a McCoy) - this little girl was from Wales and they exchanged addresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwhWz6GbsI/AAAAAAAAA4w/56Wf_-ARgio/s1600-h/Jody+from+Wales.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwhWz6GbsI/AAAAAAAAA4w/56Wf_-ARgio/s320/Jody+from+Wales.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380712330575638210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwhXbXhrdI/AAAAAAAAA44/AgJRahROeOk/s1600-h/in+the+falls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwhXbXhrdI/AAAAAAAAA44/AgJRahROeOk/s320/in+the+falls.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380712341168041426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel and Raegan wading into the wave pool while it was calm - we went all the way out to the deep and rode the waves.  They are so much fun - like being at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwhX0z7M5I/AAAAAAAAA5A/EMKQSvquaIE/s1600-h/Joel+and+Raegan+goin+in+wave+pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwhX0z7M5I/AAAAAAAAA5A/EMKQSvquaIE/s320/Joel+and+Raegan+goin+in+wave+pool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380712347998040978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking through the shark tank.  Some people chose to do the Shark Tour and they actually suited up and got in a shark cage and went down in these waters to be next to the huge sharks of all kind in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwhYVfhGOI/AAAAAAAAA5I/riuyKrKlUU8/s1600-h/Shark+tank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwhYVfhGOI/AAAAAAAAA5I/riuyKrKlUU8/s320/Shark+tank.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380712356770814178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leafy sea dragon.  We had never seen one of these, what an amazing use of camouflage.  It's creator made it to look like the sea weed to protect it from it's predators.  Can you make out it's shape?  It's like a seahorse with leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwhYwJF-2I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Y5-2V3pOoD4/s1600-h/Leafy+Sea+Dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwhYwJF-2I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/Y5-2V3pOoD4/s320/Leafy+Sea+Dragon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380712363924519778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Polar bear prints in the Polar Express - this building was a hit with us all it gave us a reprieve from the 104 degree temps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqweLHkpHjI/AAAAAAAAA3g/uFBqmfb_uks/s1600-h/Polar+Express.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqweLHkpHjI/AAAAAAAAA3g/uFBqmfb_uks/s320/Polar+Express.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380708831161032242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing around at the hotel pool - she was so determined to get those noodles to do what she wanted them to do, whatever that was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqweL_GUg3I/AAAAAAAAA3w/AP1K32UfSqM/s1600-h/raegan+an+the+noodles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqweL_GUg3I/AAAAAAAAA3w/AP1K32UfSqM/s320/raegan+an+the+noodles.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380708846066238322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Diving off daddy's hands&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqweLg9rtII/AAAAAAAAA3o/88Kq8IbG_YA/s1600-h/raegan+diving+off+joel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqweLg9rtII/AAAAAAAAA3o/88Kq8IbG_YA/s320/raegan+diving+off+joel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380708837976945794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a great week!  Do we have to go home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqweM0c2WYI/AAAAAAAAA4A/B69QoKHS7n0/s1600-h/Out+to+dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqweM0c2WYI/AAAAAAAAA4A/B69QoKHS7n0/s320/Out+to+dinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380708860387809666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer's almost over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-7612584382840300063?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7612584382840300063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=7612584382840300063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/7612584382840300063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/7612584382840300063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2009/09/sea-world.html' title='Sea World'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SqwfirrWyYI/AAAAAAAAA4o/twyAN15bWHA/s72-c/Little+Shamu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-3228959587390690365</id><published>2009-07-27T11:42:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:10:58.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Puerto Rican Style</title><content type='html'>There was an amazing twist of events in our life earlier this year.  In February I was asked -- yes, asked-- to take a teaching position. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It was not something I had applied for or was searching for at the time.  I believe it was totally arranged by God.  I thoroughly enjoyed it and will be returning in the fall.&lt;/span&gt;)  But not long after taking the position I was told that there would be a conference in the summer that I should attend.  Okay, where is it?  Oh, well......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Puerto&lt;/span&gt; Rico!  No way!  I tried not to be too excited.  But I said I would consider it.  Ha, ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just so happened that Joel and I  were looking to celebrate our 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary somewhere special.   So........ I left on a Tuesday with 7 other adults and 11 teenagers for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Fajardo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Puerto&lt;/span&gt; Rico to stay at the El &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ConQuistador&lt;/span&gt; Resort, part of the Waldorf Astoria chain.  We had a great time for four days and then they left for home on Friday morning and Joel joined me that afternoon for another five days!  Time to CELEBRATE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3enOFgNSI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/iD1ayv0NamI/s1600-h/goodbye+PR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3enOFgNSI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/iD1ayv0NamI/s320/goodbye+PR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363187496645571874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This resort is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;magnificently&lt;/span&gt; perched on a 300 foot cliff and is divided into 5 different villages.  I attempted to photograph the entire property at once but it doesn't do it justice.   Anyways, I took this one coming back from the private island that the resort owns.  All of the buildings you see are part of the El &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ConQuistador&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3P81D6WFI/AAAAAAAAA1A/zvUPcEODGXA/s1600-h/Puerto+Rico+-+The+Resort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3P81D6WFI/AAAAAAAAA1A/zvUPcEODGXA/s320/Puerto+Rico+-+The+Resort.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363171375210715218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking down from the top of the cliff, you can see another level of pools, suites and restaurants and then the marina and suites at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3P9Jr_yAI/AAAAAAAAA1I/xRBqenzSL3E/s1600-h/Puerto+Rico+-+our+area+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3P9Jr_yAI/AAAAAAAAA1I/xRBqenzSL3E/s320/Puerto+Rico+-+our+area+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363171380747552770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;LaMarina&lt;/span&gt; Village was where we stayed and our suite was in the building in this picture.  The last balcony on the left was ours.    The ocean to our right and the marina in front of us.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3P9p79HhI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/nSyjF0RRvgg/s1600-h/Puerto+Rico++-+our+suites.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3P9p79HhI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/nSyjF0RRvgg/s320/Puerto+Rico++-+our+suites.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363171389404421650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this was our view every morning when we woke up.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Aahhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3P96vjF5I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/TNCS3Pnmd-o/s1600-h/Puerto+Rico+-+our+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 86px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3P96vjF5I/AAAAAAAAA1Y/TNCS3Pnmd-o/s320/Puerto+Rico+-+our+view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363171393915787154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not far from our building was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Coqui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Water Park&lt;/span&gt;, the newest addition to the property.  It's plush, luxurious and, of course, exclusive to the resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3P-Q2SBaI/AAAAAAAAA1g/obLmUkdmMsY/s1600-h/Puerto+Rico+-+water+park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3P-Q2SBaI/AAAAAAAAA1g/obLmUkdmMsY/s320/Puerto+Rico+-+water+park.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363171399849608610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has a tube slide, a body slide, a speed slide, an 8,000 square foot lazy river, bar and grille, a children's pool and an infinity pool.  The infinity pool looks like it goes right out into the ocean.  Isn't that beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3Th6o7fFI/AAAAAAAAA14/uE1ZjvmK5RM/s1600-h/Puerto+Rico+-+infinity+pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3Th6o7fFI/AAAAAAAAA14/uE1ZjvmK5RM/s320/Puerto+Rico+-+infinity+pool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363175310898199634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are right up at the edge so you can see where it stops and where the ocean starts. (look at my redneck hubby!  Too much time on the golf course, I think)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3ThnJSXiI/AAAAAAAAA1w/1tWpZBW4gLE/s1600-h/Puerto+Rico+-+water+park+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3ThnJSXiI/AAAAAAAAA1w/1tWpZBW4gLE/s320/Puerto+Rico+-+water+park+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363175305665207842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the speed slide - it's a heart stopper!  You climb 100 feet up and then push yourself out of a tube where you can't even see the slide.  You literally go back under where you are sitting and straight down.  It's a love-hate thing.  You end up loving the rush you get from it but you hate those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;initial&lt;/span&gt; heart stopping seconds.   Yeah!  The picture doesn't do it justice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3Tgz4IDfI/AAAAAAAAA1o/hO-25uHdZJA/s1600-h/Puerto+Rico+-+water+park+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3Tgz4IDfI/AAAAAAAAA1o/hO-25uHdZJA/s320/Puerto+Rico+-+water+park+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363175291903020530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The resort also owns a private island, named &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Palamino&lt;/span&gt; Island.  They take you over on a ferry boat like this one and you can stay all day or come back when you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3TigC5MJI/AAAAAAAAA2I/VXjRdotJ9rE/s1600-h/Puerto+Rico+-+the+island+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3TigC5MJI/AAAAAAAAA2I/VXjRdotJ9rE/s320/Puerto+Rico+-+the+island+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363175320939212946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the island there is a restaurant, horseback riding, jet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;skis&lt;/span&gt;, shops, scuba and old-fashioned sunbathing!!  Look at the water!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3TiDhg3oI/AAAAAAAAA2A/n1YDGWIYkUU/s1600-h/Puerto+Rico+-+the+island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3TiDhg3oI/AAAAAAAAA2A/n1YDGWIYkUU/s320/Puerto+Rico+-+the+island.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363175313283014274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took some time to explore around the other side of the island - I just kept taking pictures because the landscape was so unique.  It was tropical and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;beachy&lt;/span&gt; but yet rugged and craggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3W2cX8ZTI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/xe9D_2U8yus/s1600-h/The+islands+views.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3W2cX8ZTI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/xe9D_2U8yus/s320/The+islands+views.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363178962086028594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I just loved this lone palm tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3W2j_DZbI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/gy5WyfxTwWM/s1600-h/us+at+the+palm+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3W2j_DZbI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/gy5WyfxTwWM/s320/us+at+the+palm+tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363178964129113522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What an amazing place to spend our 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3W3IRlBPI/AAAAAAAAA2g/h_UQ9bqQIs0/s1600-h/us+close+up+on+island.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3W3IRlBPI/AAAAAAAAA2g/h_UQ9bqQIs0/s320/us+close+up+on+island.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363178973870490866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With over 20 places to eat on this resort we knew we could find a special restaurant to celebrate our anniversary.  We chose the Strip House - no it's not a strip club, it's the famed Manhattan steak restaurant!  Here's how they describe:  the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;décor&lt;/span&gt; of the restaurant is that of a saucy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;mélange&lt;/span&gt;            of sultry silks with vintage Studio &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Manasse&lt;/span&gt; images adorning the walls.            The seductive atmosphere and innovative menu excite all the senses.  Yep, that's perfect for celebrating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3W3aS2z2I/AAAAAAAAA2o/Wm9XHt-VnZM/s1600-h/Puerto+Rico+-+24+layer+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3W3aS2z2I/AAAAAAAAA2o/Wm9XHt-VnZM/s320/Puerto+Rico+-+24+layer+cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363178978707689314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The meal was absolutely outstanding.  The best either of us has had and we've tried some pretty "highly acclaimed" places.  We loved our waiter, as you can see - and he loved us.  He didn't serve any other table but ours, it was truly personal service.  The best part of it all was the dessert.  We decided to split something and he recommended the 24 layer chocolate cake since Joel told him that I LOVE dark chocolate.  We really didn't think it would be 24 layers but....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3W3kGjNqI/AAAAAAAAA2w/yu8unsy9kvY/s1600-h/24+layer+cake+close+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3W3kGjNqI/AAAAAAAAA2w/yu8unsy9kvY/s320/24+layer+cake+close+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363178981340427938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it WAS!  The cake alone was $16.&lt;br /&gt;After we shared some of it we took it with us&lt;br /&gt;back to our room.  I ate on it for the next 3 nights&lt;br /&gt;and even threw some away when we left - now that's a cake!&lt;br /&gt;(good thing I had free access to the gym everyday)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It was finally time to leave and return to reality.  Joel was anxious to get back to work&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and&lt;/span&gt; to buy a lunch for less than $50.  But we still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;cherished&lt;/span&gt; the alone time to relax, talk without being interrupted and reflect on 10 years under our belts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3bWi9VoVI/AAAAAAAAA24/pqE-GO3V1eE/s1600-h/at+sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3bWi9VoVI/AAAAAAAAA24/pqE-GO3V1eE/s320/at+sunset.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363183911655809362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;....what could we do for our 20&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, Honey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/277/587E12F73899FD40CA74CEBF4831B695.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/241722556169659301-3228959587390690365?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3228959587390690365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=3228959587390690365' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/3228959587390690365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/3228959587390690365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/celebrating-puerto-rican-style.html' title='Celebrating Puerto Rican Style'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sm3enOFgNSI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/iD1ayv0NamI/s72-c/goodbye+PR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-8577903540275848272</id><published>2009-07-24T16:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:35:03.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Ball!</title><content type='html'>Ever since Joel and I met, he has played on atleast one softball league each year.  I believe there was a time that we were balancing 3 or 4!  Whew, glad those days are over.  Last year he had to sit the bench when he had major back surgery and I know that was tough on him.  So this year he's making up for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We began attending a new church in February (link is on the side under Church) and Joel gladly joined their softball team in the church league.  He says they heard he was a good player and begged him to play, ha ha ha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This picture actually helped him improve his swing - he was swinging too early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmoX7UFJtPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/z8TzY-pf2Ik/s1600-h/MHBC+Softball+-+joel+batting+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmoX7UFJtPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/z8TzY-pf2Ik/s320/MHBC+Softball+-+joel+batting+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362124614108034290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Home, Joel, Home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmoX78D1BwI/AAAAAAAAA0g/v_OaopSk4Go/s1600-h/MHBC+Softball+-+Joel+going+home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmoX78D1BwI/AAAAAAAAA0g/v_OaopSk4Go/s320/MHBC+Softball+-+Joel+going+home.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362124624839902978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He still plays like he's 25 but someone needs to tell him he's 35!  He still comes home with his usual badges of honor - bloody knees, dirty uniform and sore legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have quite a team but more importantly they enjoy the male bonding!  Here's Butch, the pitcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmoX8K56t-I/AAAAAAAAA0o/a6YlHrC3WT4/s1600-h/MHBC+Softball+-+Butch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmoX8K56t-I/AAAAAAAAA0o/a6YlHrC3WT4/s320/MHBC+Softball+-+Butch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362124628824864738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pastor Chan on 3rd base looking to run home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmoX8OQQNTI/AAAAAAAAA0w/XqVBjC0Du_E/s1600-h/MHBC+Softball+-+Oastir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmoX8OQQNTI/AAAAAAAAA0w/XqVBjC0Du_E/s320/MHBC+Softball+-+Oastir.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362124629723854130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Butch (flashing his false teeth) and Steve coming in to bat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmoX8u3_lsI/AAAAAAAAA04/gmQbTIJLTlc/s1600-h/MHBC+Softball+-+Butch+%26+Steve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmoX8u3_lsI/AAAAAAAAA04/gmQbTIJLTlc/s320/MHBC+Softball+-+Butch+%26+Steve.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362124638480471746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I would love to tell you their stats but well, I haven't a clue.  I'm just the devoted wife taking pictures.  Go Team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/277/587E12F73899FD40CA74CEBF4831B695.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-8577903540275848272?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8577903540275848272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=8577903540275848272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/8577903540275848272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/8577903540275848272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/play-ball.html' title='Play Ball!'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmoX7UFJtPI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/z8TzY-pf2Ik/s72-c/MHBC+Softball+-+joel+batting+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-1238543921503024893</id><published>2009-07-24T15:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:00:15.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day Spa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In May, we enjoyed having my mom and dad after church for a Mother's Day Lunch.  Raegan decided it was a good day to treat her Grammy and Pap to some extra special treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmoRQTJMxFI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/aGd158jhLns/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+Spa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmoRQTJMxFI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/aGd158jhLns/s320/Mother%27s+Day+Spa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362117278052435026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grammy was first and the makeover was a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmoRPneYIoI/AAAAAAAAAz4/J7h0sqEa5BU/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+Spa+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmoRPneYIoI/AAAAAAAAAz4/J7h0sqEa5BU/s320/Mother%27s+Day+Spa+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362117266330100354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grammy is such a natural beauty that just a few accents were needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pap, on the other hand, needed some extra work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmoRP5znp-I/AAAAAAAAA0A/mbvW5qiObvQ/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+Spa+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmoRP5znp-I/AAAAAAAAA0A/mbvW5qiObvQ/s320/Mother%27s+Day+Spa+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362117271251036130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was proud to model is new look, until he took a glance in the bathroom mirror!  WOOOOHOOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmoRQG26RJI/AAAAAAAAA0I/XZ-2T2UNh00/s1600-h/Mother%27s+Day+Spa+%283%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmoRQG26RJI/AAAAAAAAA0I/XZ-2T2UNh00/s320/Mother%27s+Day+Spa+%283%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362117274754499730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He decided he would wash it off before they headed back to church that evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were both such good sports!  We are ALL very glad that Raegan wants to pursue medical school not beauty school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all had a wonderful day remembering and honoring your mothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/277/587E12F73899FD40CA74CEBF4831B695.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-1238543921503024893?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1238543921503024893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=1238543921503024893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/1238543921503024893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/1238543921503024893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/mothers-day-spa.html' title='Mothers Day Spa'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmoRQTJMxFI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/aGd158jhLns/s72-c/Mother%27s+Day+Spa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-2145832612591086507</id><published>2009-07-17T11:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:32:45.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Major Milestone!</title><content type='html'>We made it 10 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmCjSSMpHpI/AAAAAAAAAzo/-gz9cvLqCBw/s1600-h/Happy+10th+Anniversary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmCjSSMpHpI/AAAAAAAAAzo/-gz9cvLqCBw/s320/Happy+10th+Anniversary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359463091088727698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 1st, 2009 Joel and I celebrated our tenth wedding anniversary - whew!  Hard to believe it's gone so fast and hard to believe it's taken so much work!  Yes, you heard me right.  Anything worthwhile takes work and marriage is no exception.  I heard a saying not too long ago that men marry a woman hoping she'll never change and women marry a man hoping to change him.  I laughed out loud when I heard it and then gasped and said "that's true!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after ten years he still hasn't changed and I change everyday!  I guess neither one of us knew what we were doing!  I pray we have 10 x 10 more years to do the same, I've loved every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel surprised me at work with this bouquet of flowers, I just love it when he gets me ones that look like wildflowers right out of the field.  (He's learned something over these 10 years)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmCjSmw9n-I/AAAAAAAAAzw/T9s5p3Y4gOU/s1600-h/Flowers+from+Joel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmCjSmw9n-I/AAAAAAAAAzw/T9s5p3Y4gOU/s320/Flowers+from+Joel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359463096609775586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel, you're still the one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/277/587E12F73899FD40CA74CEBF4831B695.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-2145832612591086507?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2145832612591086507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=2145832612591086507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/2145832612591086507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/2145832612591086507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/major-milestone.html' title='Major Milestone!'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmCjSSMpHpI/AAAAAAAAAzo/-gz9cvLqCBw/s72-c/Happy+10th+Anniversary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-1479651652701936600</id><published>2009-07-17T11:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:57:38.877-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit to Oz</title><content type='html'>In April my mom and I took Raegan to see the Wizard of Oz at Potomac State College (it's the local campus of WVU) and what a performance it was!!  The actors were incredible and I believe the crowds were sellouts every night.    Some friends of ours were in it and we were excited to watch them perform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to get just 5 rows from the stage and when we sat down the director saw us and came over to talk to us. Why you ask?  Welll...........two years ago Raegan was Dorothy for Halloween so she insisted on wearing her costume to the play.  You can imagine when we walked in with her all dressed up it was kind of obvious.   Meanwhile some of the actors saw her and rushed back to tell the "real" Dorothy that there was a little girl dressed up in the audience and she requested that Raegan come see her after the show.    And so we did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmCd9jjZ5sI/AAAAAAAAAzI/ZAbTPJLKT7A/s1600-h/Wizard+of+Oz+-+Dorothy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmCd9jjZ5sI/AAAAAAAAAzI/ZAbTPJLKT7A/s320/Wizard+of+Oz+-+Dorothy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359457237412210370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Lion was incredible, I even cried when he cried.  I know, I know it's just a play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmCd918l3II/AAAAAAAAAzQ/BTiXdgYLcPU/s1600-h/Wizard+of+Oz+-+Lion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmCd918l3II/AAAAAAAAAzQ/BTiXdgYLcPU/s320/Wizard+of+Oz+-+Lion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359457242349689986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmCd-qviD5I/AAAAAAAAAzg/OGhyCCDX4B4/s1600-h/Wizard+of+Oz+-+Tinman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmCd-qviD5I/AAAAAAAAAzg/OGhyCCDX4B4/s320/Wizard+of+Oz+-+Tinman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359457256521994130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmCd-dMup8I/AAAAAAAAAzY/PZvAjqJyw2U/s1600-h/Wizard+of+Oz+-+Glinda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmCd-dMup8I/AAAAAAAAAzY/PZvAjqJyw2U/s320/Wizard+of+Oz+-+Glinda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359457252886357954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a great night.  I don't know who enjoyed it more - Raegan, my mom or me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-1479651652701936600?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1479651652701936600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=1479651652701936600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/1479651652701936600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/1479651652701936600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/visit-to-oz.html' title='Visit to Oz'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SmCd9jjZ5sI/AAAAAAAAAzI/ZAbTPJLKT7A/s72-c/Wizard+of+Oz+-+Dorothy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-2630228465763411813</id><published>2009-07-16T20:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:32:50.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>I sat down this evening to download some pictures off my camera from our vacations this summer and I realized that I still had pictures on there from Christmas!! There's a sure sign that I am a tad behind. And while I was doing that I realized that I MUST update the blog. (My mother continues to remind me that she's looking for new stuff to read on my blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to see a pattern here - I go long periods and then attempt to smash 3 or 4 months together into one posting. I guess I need to learn how to manage my time better. Did I just say that out loud? Joel is always telling me that I need to better manage my time. I think he just needs to be a wife/mother for a day. Anyone hear'n me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I missed posting Raegan's birthday and it was exciting to welcome year number 8!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sl_N6cbwGpI/AAAAAAAAAzA/IaNAiUpSmCs/s1600-h/8th+Birthday+-+Mommy%26Daddy+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sl_N6cbwGpI/AAAAAAAAAzA/IaNAiUpSmCs/s320/8th+Birthday+-+Mommy%26Daddy+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359228485542877842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a swimming party at our YMCA and she had so many of her friends from 2nd grade as well as her cousins there to celebrate with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sl_NWCvY-OI/AAAAAAAAAyw/V9JI8yjAyII/s1600-h/8th+Birthday+-+the+room+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sl_NWCvY-OI/AAAAAAAAAyw/V9JI8yjAyII/s320/8th+Birthday+-+the+room+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359227860170635490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sl_NVoZPaPI/AAAAAAAAAyo/aS4bBfEfM_M/s1600-h/8th+Birthday+Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sl_NVoZPaPI/AAAAAAAAAyo/aS4bBfEfM_M/s320/8th+Birthday+Party.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359227853098412274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I surprised her with her very first pedicure so that those little toes looked picture perfect for her swimming party. And they did.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sl_NVN7vDjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/KqND-Zt-UvY/s1600-h/Raegan%27s+1st+Pedicure+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sl_NVN7vDjI/AAAAAAAAAyY/KqND-Zt-UvY/s320/Raegan%27s+1st+Pedicure+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359227845995335218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sl_NVSCZ3tI/AAAAAAAAAyg/P3r5Xq_RbTA/s1600-h/Raegan%27s+1st+Pedicure+-+the+toes+%281%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sl_NVSCZ3tI/AAAAAAAAAyg/P3r5Xq_RbTA/s320/Raegan%27s+1st+Pedicure+-+the+toes+%281%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359227847097048786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've seen such a change in her this year - physically and emotionally!  She continues to mature and understand things at such a deep level, honestly it's like having a little adult around all the time.  Although the 8 year old tantrums and attitude peek through regularly, I must admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Raegan Nicole!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-2630228465763411813?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2630228465763411813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=2630228465763411813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/2630228465763411813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/2630228465763411813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2009/07/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/Sl_N6cbwGpI/AAAAAAAAAzA/IaNAiUpSmCs/s72-c/8th+Birthday+-+Mommy%26Daddy+%281%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-3056984106179875061</id><published>2009-03-30T10:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T10:26:03.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heavenly Father,&lt;br /&gt;You are above all and beyond all!  You are mighty to save, gracious to forgive, and merciful to forget all that I've done wrong.  I praise You for who You are, and thank You for the grace that is at work in my heart and in my life.  Help me cast aside everything that keeps me from You today, Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-3056984106179875061?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3056984106179875061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=3056984106179875061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/3056984106179875061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/3056984106179875061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2009/03/heavenly-father-you-are-above-all-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-9162348886581605933</id><published>2009-01-14T10:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T10:50:58.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom, I really am a Princess!</title><content type='html'>Last week at gymnastics, Raegan's friend Amber invited her to a Princess Party at her church. Raegan was very excited and so Saturday morning she got up, headed to basketball and then rushed home to change for the princess party. She chose her Ariel wedding gown that we had bought in Disney 2 years ago and added all her girly extras to finish off the outfit. Raegan is beginning to outgrow the princess stage but still LOVES to act like and be treated like a princess. We flew out the door and got to the church ontime for Raegan to get her picture taken and join the group in the activities. The teen girls in the church and their moms had decorated a beautiful "photo op", came up with crafts, games, bible lesson and gifts for each of the little girls. What a wonderful christian service for these older girls to participate in and demonstrate that each girl is beautifully and wonderfully made by her Creator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SW4HyMexHrI/AAAAAAAAAww/tDUVcWKBSWQ/s1600-h/princess+Raegan+farther+back.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291175171132038834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SW4HyMexHrI/AAAAAAAAAww/tDUVcWKBSWQ/s320/princess+Raegan+farther+back.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were atleast 20 little princesses that attended the party and 10 big girl helpers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SW4Hx2y6bEI/AAAAAAAAAwo/l3IxExbjB0Y/s1600-h/Princess+party+group.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291175165310954562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SW4Hx2y6bEI/AAAAAAAAAwo/l3IxExbjB0Y/s320/Princess+party+group.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was impressed with this activity but not nearly as much as when we returned home and she shared this bit of heartwarming information with me. She said ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mom, I really am a Princess! Since I have accepted Jesus as my Savior and He's my King, then I'm his princess. If you don't believe that Jesus died for your sins and accept Him as your Savior then you are just &lt;strong&gt;pretending&lt;/strong&gt; to be a princess!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SW4HxTR4P0I/AAAAAAAAAwg/7hRdi5Ds-Tk/s1600-h/Princess+Raegan+upclose.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291175155777158978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SW4HxTR4P0I/AAAAAAAAAwg/7hRdi5Ds-Tk/s320/Princess+Raegan+upclose.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I couldn't have said it any better myself, princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/277/587E12F73899FD40CA74CEBF4831B695.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ( A big-girl princess!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-9162348886581605933?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9162348886581605933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=9162348886581605933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/9162348886581605933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/9162348886581605933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/mom-i-really-am-princess.html' title='Mom, I really am a Princess!'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SW4HyMexHrI/AAAAAAAAAww/tDUVcWKBSWQ/s72-c/princess+Raegan+farther+back.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-8420767152678479692</id><published>2009-01-09T21:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T21:59:22.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Aaron</title><content type='html'>Birthdays were a big deal in our house when we were growing up. My mom would convert our dining room to an in-home birthday party while we were at school. She would blow up balloons, string streamers, set the table with a special tablecloth. She would pull out the cardboard Happy Birthday letters that she had covered in foil and hang them up above a wall of pictures from our birth to present. Our meal of choice would be lovingly prepared and our favorite dessert (usually cake) would be decorated lavishly with icing, writing and doo-dads. Of course presents were always a part of the occasion as well but they were never the center of it. It was always about "you". There would be stories of when "you" were born, when "you" were little, what "you" had done or said funny. The whole atmosphere created on those days not only made our birthday so much fun, it made us feel like the favorite kid for a day. I can honestly say my mom loves celebrating birthdays more than she likes Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaron's favorite dessert was pie. We always knew that we could bet on pie for dessert when it was January 9th. But true to mother's celebratory style, the pies would be accessorized as well. I remember one specific birthday when Aaron had been talking about getting a 4 wheeler. (The kid always loved motorcycles). When the pie was served, there sat a miniature 4 wheeler sunken into the moist pumpkin leaving behind very visible tracks all over the top of the pie. How cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we miss you even more, Aaron, because you aren't here for us to tell you how much we love you &amp; how special you are to each of us. And you aren't here to enjoy the pie with us. Oh, and by the way, we all know you are the favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your baby sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/277/587E12F73899FD40CA74CEBF4831B695.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-8420767152678479692?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8420767152678479692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=8420767152678479692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/8420767152678479692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/8420767152678479692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-aaron.html' title='Happy Birthday Aaron'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-4506777150391835016</id><published>2009-01-08T19:49:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T09:22:06.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Highlights</title><content type='html'>Just a few photo highlights from our week of Christmas. It's a hodge-podge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the photo we used on our Christmas cards this year. Taken at the downtown treelighting in Cumberland. Brrr was it cold but the perfect way to start off the holiday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWfF33wt_SI/AAAAAAAAAwY/2SCCwTUeRvU/s1600-h/Family+Christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289413851021704482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWfF33wt_SI/AAAAAAAAAwY/2SCCwTUeRvU/s320/Family+Christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Raegan and Bailey before we rushed off to the church Christmas program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWfF3pr4VJI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/1uT5aFUVKyQ/s1600-h/Our+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289413847243314322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWfF3pr4VJI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/1uT5aFUVKyQ/s320/Our+kids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent Christmas eve with Mimi &amp;amp; Pappy (Joel's mom &amp;amp; dad). The kids were entertaining us with some Christmas carols. Yes, Raegan's mouth is blue - the result of several blue candy canes!   Shhh.....don't tell her orthodontist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWfESMFuqTI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ACs-jTfpDj0/s1600-h/Singing+Carols.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289412104131881266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWfESMFuqTI/AAAAAAAAAwA/ACs-jTfpDj0/s320/Singing+Carols.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was what Santa left on his plate after his stop at our house. He actually licked the cream out of the middle of the Oreo! Raegan was sure he would like the Hannah Montana cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWfER49n3rI/AAAAAAAAAv4/4y1QN1m5dus/s1600-h/Santa%27s+leftovers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289412098997608114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWfER49n3rI/AAAAAAAAAv4/4y1QN1m5dus/s320/Santa%27s+leftovers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is self-explanatory! The very last gift was the best - Thank you Santa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWfDdkoCAiI/AAAAAAAAAvw/LGjoXhzoRZU/s1600-h/Self-explanatory!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289411200185139746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWfDdkoCAiI/AAAAAAAAAvw/LGjoXhzoRZU/s320/Self-explanatory!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Raegan had asked for this since the summer. It's a flipper that you put on your feet when you are swimming to swim like a mermaid. She is obsessed with mermaids!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWfDdSOzuuI/AAAAAAAAAvo/6nPOufOe2vQ/s1600-h/Mermaid+Tail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289411195247508194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWfDdSOzuuI/AAAAAAAAAvo/6nPOufOe2vQ/s320/Mermaid+Tail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This dolls name is "Reagan". We were so excited to find a doll with her name that we just had to get it for her, even if they spelled it a bit differently than we did. Here, Mimi is babysitting the doll for Raegan while she opened her presents at their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWfDc0JgCqI/AAAAAAAAAvg/icqAFf0VH8U/s1600-h/Mimi+with+Raegan+doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289411187172182690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWfDc0JgCqI/AAAAAAAAAvg/icqAFf0VH8U/s320/Mimi+with+Raegan+doll.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later in the afternoon my parents and Christina and the kids arrived. Notice that Lanie's babydoll is waving at the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWfCJed7E-I/AAAAAAAAAvY/uQ0N5EhL--A/s1600-h/McCoys+at+our+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289409755423118306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWfCJed7E-I/AAAAAAAAAvY/uQ0N5EhL--A/s320/McCoys+at+our+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Samuel and Chandler in a rare moment of brotherly "cease-fire".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWfCIwgLMeI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/86Mdumpz03M/s1600-h/Samuel+%26+Chandler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289409743084532194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWfCIwgLMeI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/86Mdumpz03M/s320/Samuel+%26+Chandler.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bennett was rolling up his tape measure that came with his new Home Depot Toolbox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWfCIu_1YcI/AAAAAAAAAvI/F1s7tOdfaMg/s1600-h/Bennett+%26+his+tape+measure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289409742680449474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWfCIu_1YcI/AAAAAAAAAvI/F1s7tOdfaMg/s320/Bennett+%26+his+tape+measure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the week we all got together at mom and dad's church for games and food. This picture of Jacob in Grammy's glasses makes me laugh. He's such a cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWfCIY4MN7I/AAAAAAAAAvA/AyawoKQhUKA/s1600-h/Jacob+in+Grammy%27s+glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289409736742811570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWfCIY4MN7I/AAAAAAAAAvA/AyawoKQhUKA/s320/Jacob+in+Grammy%27s+glasses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A favorite game in our family - TWISTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWe_v5l2CMI/AAAAAAAAAu4/_gxCjtxF_Gk/s1600-h/playing+twister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289407117004245186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWe_v5l2CMI/AAAAAAAAAu4/_gxCjtxF_Gk/s320/playing+twister.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We decided to get all the kids in one picture since we had them all together. This was Take 1....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWahxQE2SeI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/_4oUw_bBwZQ/s1600-h/All+the+kids+take+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289092679894190562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWahxQE2SeI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/_4oUw_bBwZQ/s320/All+the+kids+take+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this was take 2. We managed to get everyone in the shot, we even woke Rebecca up from her nap and plopped her down in Jacob's lap. Mean, I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWahVlpoLlI/AAAAAAAAAuI/nKnofwHun44/s1600-h/All+the+kids+take+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289092204649262674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWahVlpoLlI/AAAAAAAAAuI/nKnofwHun44/s320/All+the+kids+take+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a crew of blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/277/587E12F73899FD40CA74CEBF4831B695.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/241722556169659301-4506777150391835016?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4506777150391835016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=4506777150391835016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/4506777150391835016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/4506777150391835016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/holiday-highlights.html' title='Holiday Highlights'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SWfF33wt_SI/AAAAAAAAAwY/2SCCwTUeRvU/s72-c/Family+Christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-222713238893715192</id><published>2009-01-01T15:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:43:03.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><content type='html'>Wow, are the holidays really over? Whew! What a whirlwind of utter and complete chaos. I love all the fun and joy of the Christmas season but hate the leftovers. Like a messy house, neglected stacks of mail, piles and piles of laundry, an empty refrigerator and a sinus infection that leaves me wondering where all that junk really comes from in my head! AAAGGGGHHH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family enjoyed a wonderful holiday and we hope you all did too. We were blessed to all be together at one point or another over the last week and a half. What a gift to have our Arkansas family "home for Chrismas." Everyone had grown and changed so much and the cousins have quite a crew to play with when we all gather! But like so many families, our hearts were tinged with sadness as we missed our loved ones that are no longer with us. We continue to miss Aaron with each passing holiday. In addition we experienced our first Christmas without our grandmas. Joel's Nana died just before New Years last year and my Grandma Charlotte died in February. It's a reminder that our lives are but a vapor - here for a little while and then gone. Despite this sadness there is great joy in knowing they are with the Lord and as believers we will be too, oh what a day that will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful events of this past season continue to warm our hearts as we are looking forward to a brand new year that is full of possibility and opportunity. We find hope, not fear, in the unknown and know that the Lord has it all under control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/277/587E12F73899FD40CA74CEBF4831B695.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-222713238893715192?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/222713238893715192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=222713238893715192' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/222713238893715192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/222713238893715192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-8074180667882483587</id><published>2008-12-10T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T12:37:41.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Held by Hope</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wanted to travel back in time to be an eyewitness of the celestial celebration that took place in Bethlehem the night that Jesus was born?  Now, I am quite particular about fashion, but I'd even consider donning shepherd garb and hanging out with a few sheep for that opportunity!  To see angels fill the sky, to hear the voice of God through the cries of a baby. To catch a glimpse of the brilliant Star of David, and to satisfy my curiosity as to what exactly a host of heavenly angels sounds like.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and to talk to Mary!  Wouldn't that be amazing to hear what she was thinking as she witnessed, and took part in, the greatest miracle ever known to man?  This baby she gave birth to was God made flesh, a true bundle of love.  What do you think she treasured in her heart as she took it all in?  I'm struck by this thought:  As she held the Hope of the world, the Hope of the world was also holding her.  Ponder that!&lt;br /&gt;The baby born in a barn that holy night long ago is the Hope of the world - the Grace that saves us - the Love that heals us.   Jesus is Hope that changes our worthless into precious, our guilty to forgiven, our hungry into satisfied, and our empty into full.  His presence is inescapable.  We cannot flee from His stubborn grip.  The psalmist, David said: "If I go up to the heavens, You are there; if I make my bed in the depths, You are there.  If I rise on the wings of the dawn, if I settle on the far side of the sea, even there Your hand will guide me, Your right hand will hold me fast" (Psalm 139:8-10).&lt;br /&gt;The Bible tells us in the New Testament that Jesus Christ sits at the right hand of God, the Father in heaven.  God's Word clearly shows us that Jesus "holds us fast."  Relish that thought. The Hope that holds us is Jesus Christ.  We are held by Hope.&lt;br /&gt;In the Old Testament, God told Joshua that He would "never leave or forsake" him (Joshua 1:5).  God says the same to us.  He will never leave us or forsake us; no matter the circumstances, not matter the diagnoses, no matter the financial struggle.  Our faithful LORD is the same yesterday, today, and forever.  We can rest assured that in everything, we are held by Hope.&lt;br /&gt;After His resurrection and before His ascension into heaven, Jesus said, "Surely, I am with you always, to the very end of the age" (Matthew 28:20).  He is always with us.  Always loving us.  Always wanting us to find comfort, refuge, joy and satisfaction in Him.&lt;br /&gt;As Christmas approaches and a New Year dawns, let's be mindful of God's promise that we are never alone.  Just like the shepherds received the headline news of Jesus' birth from singing angels so long ago, receive this glad tiding of great joy today: If you are in Christ, then you are held by Hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-8074180667882483587?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8074180667882483587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=8074180667882483587' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/8074180667882483587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/8074180667882483587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/12/held-by-hope.html' title='Held by Hope'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-4214406501784778146</id><published>2008-11-27T17:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T17:07:43.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>In homes across America, friends and family will gather around beautifully decorated tables filled with warm, scrumptious food to give thanks. It's Thanksgiving Day.  However, this day will be nothing like holidays of the past for many people.   &lt;br /&gt;Lonely but committed soldiers covered in the dust of battle will patrol foreign borders, fighting for our freedom while their families back home long for word of their safety.  The homeless will make their way to the nearest soup kitchen, hoping for a warm meal and a smiling face as so many celebrate this day of abundance. An empty place at the table will be a painful reminder of the loved one lost not long ago. A worried husband and dad will sit at the head of the table, wondering how he is going to tell his family that he just lost his job.  The list of wounded hearts and unmet needs is endless. &lt;br /&gt;We convince ourselves that life will be better when we have more money, when we find the right mate, when we get the kids raised or build the right house. We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together, when we get a nicer car, when we get that promotion, when we are able to go on our dream vacation or when we retire.  We keep trying to find joy, contentment and peace in lifeless places and things.  Jesus Christ is life.  He is Joy and Love and He took our place on the cross.  That's why we can give thanks when it seems as if there is nothing for which to be thankful. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, we live in a broken world and life is filled with pain, challenges, dark times and trials, but today can still be a day of thanksgiving and praise because praise and thanksgiving have little to do with the Thanksgiving holiday and everything to do with our inner attitude toward God. It really doesn't matter how much we lose here, my friend.  I have read the Book and we win ... for all of eternity!  We just need to take the time to remember ... and give thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, we come to You today, praising You for meeting our needs this year in ways that we may or may not have understood at the time. Looking back, we see Your hand of mercy and love.  We recognize Your presence and your power and we celebrate You ...we celebrate life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a greatful heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-4214406501784778146?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4214406501784778146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=4214406501784778146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/4214406501784778146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/4214406501784778146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-2594019851049143508</id><published>2008-11-14T15:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T15:29:18.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Imagine that it is your birthday, and before you sits the most beautiful gift you have ever seen. You can hardly wait to find out what is inside such an amazing gift box, wrapped in gold and glitter. Everyone gathers to celebrate as you delicately undue the paper from the box. You lift the lid to find a note that reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear (your name here):&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday! This year, you will receive tests and trials that will challenge you to your core and require incredible perseverance and resilience on your part.&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that if you persevere, your faith and your character will be built up.&lt;br /&gt;Love, James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rejoice in such a gift, or would you throw the box at the gift-giver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently read an article about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lolo&lt;/span&gt; Jones, an Olympic Gold Medal hopeful. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lolo&lt;/span&gt; grew up in a family that was homeless for many years. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lolo's&lt;/span&gt; father was in and out of jail and not in the picture most of the time, leaving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lolo's&lt;/span&gt; mother to raise her and her four siblings alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Lolo's&lt;/span&gt; story continued as the world watched her overcome her tough childhood through her love for running and hurdles. Due to her come-back attitude, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lolo&lt;/span&gt; was touted to be the girl who would live out the American Dream story, from rags to riches, from defeat to glory! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lolo&lt;/span&gt; persevered regardless of the odds against her!&lt;br /&gt;However, in one moment, her dreams were crushed when she clipped a hurdle during the Olympic trials and went from 1st place to 7&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; place.&lt;br /&gt;In less than a second, all that she had worked for, all that she had hoped for in her life was gone. In an interview shortly after her fall, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lolo&lt;/span&gt; made this statement:&lt;br /&gt;"As I crossed the line it was very hard to pick myself back up," Jones said through tears. "It took about 30 seconds, but you know what?  Today's hard and tomorrow's going to be harder. What can you do but try again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of us have felt like we couldn't pick ourselves up, that today was hard, but tomorrow didn't look much better? &lt;br /&gt;The good new is that you and I know a God (or we are getting to know a God) that wants us to overcome every hurdle. He wants to heal every wound and help us walk triumphantly into our future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So "what can you do but try again?"&lt;br /&gt;Don't let go of your dreams, God hasn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Heavenly Father, teach me how to rejoice when I face trials and challenges in my life. Please help me to see the gain and not the loss of these events. I believe that Your plan for my life is the best one possible and I thank You for giving me a resilient and thankful attitude regardless of life's trials.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;James 1:2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-2594019851049143508?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2594019851049143508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=2594019851049143508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/2594019851049143508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/2594019851049143508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/imagine-that-it-is-your-birthday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-212326563634923434</id><published>2008-11-09T17:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:20:03.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Needy Nation…</title><content type='html'>“If my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves and pray and seek my face and turn from their wicked ways, then will I hear from heaven and will forgive their sin and will heal their land”. 2 Chronicles 7:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of who rules a country God’s people are still to be one nation under God. In fact the early church flourished under unsympathetic authorities that were antagonistic toward Christianity. Government is not the guarantor of the influential church that infiltrates the culture with the love of Christ. We are followers of Jesus as ‘salt and light’, who are the most appetizing and shine the brightest, during the leanest of times and the darkest of days. We are a country who is in the process of reaping a whirlwind of confusion from our wicked ways, but this is job security for servants of Jesus. Your Savior gives you stability in the storm, so you are stability for the unsure and distraught. You are an agent of God’s grace for those who are floundering in faithless living, needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our country needs Jesus, and ‘one nation’ under God will become a reality as Christians rally around prayer and authentic Christ like living. You know better, because you know your best friend Jesus. There is a higher standard of accountability that accompanies Christians. Therefore, in humility and brokenness lead your family to bow on their knees, repent of their sin and intercede on behalf of our needy nation. I have to ask Almighty God to cleanse my heart, before I can ask Him to cleanse my country. Healing takes place when forgiveness forges families, prayer permeates the church, and repentance leads our nation into fearing God. There is still time to turn to Christ, and you are to model the way, so be the first in line to love the Lord, pray for people, and serve sinners. God has awakened our nation out of its sinful slumber, so you can be an instrument of grace for those who are hurting and need hope. The Bible says, “I am grieved that I have made Saul king, because he has turned away from me and has not carried out my instructions." Samuel was troubled, and he cried out to the LORD all that night” (I Samuel 15:11).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-212326563634923434?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/212326563634923434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=212326563634923434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/212326563634923434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/212326563634923434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/needy-nation.html' title='Needy Nation…'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-8324556745336238096</id><published>2008-11-04T07:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T07:52:26.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Value of Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;With all the negativity in this election and the bashing that our Commander-in-Chief has received I thought this story was a heartwarming and overdue honor to him.  It's a little lengthy, but well worth the read.  Thank you Betty Henry for sending it to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Remember to vote today and to prayerfully consider who really has the best interest of SERVING our country in mind.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;God Bless the USA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commentary by Lt. Col. Mark Murphy&lt;br /&gt;354th Maintenance Group deputy commander&lt;br /&gt;8/15/2008 - EIELSON AIR FORCE BASE, Alaska --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SRBCJv4kdyI/AAAAAAAAAtg/iDLJ8bynLiQ/s1600-h/Col+Murphy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264780699636102946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SRBCJv4kdyI/AAAAAAAAAtg/iDLJ8bynLiQ/s320/Col+Murphy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I learned a big lesson on service Aug. 4, 2008, when Eielson had the rare honor of hosting President Bush on a refueling stop as he traveled to Asia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an event Eielson will never forget -- a hangar full of Airmen and Soldiers getting to see the Commander in Chief up close, and perhaps even shaking his hand. An incredible amount of effort goes into presidential travel because of all of the logistics, security, protocol, etc ... so it was remarkable to see Air Force One land at Eielson on time at precisely 4:30 p.m.--however, when he left less than two hours later, the President was 15 minutes behind schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's a big slip for something so tightly choreographed, but very few people know why it happened. Here's why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Dec. 10, 2006, our son, Shawn, was a paratrooper deployed on the outskirts of Baghdad. He was supposed to spend the night in camp, but when a fellow soldier became ill Shawn volunteered to take his place on a nighttime patrol--in the convoy's most exposed position as turret gunner in the lead Humvee. He was killed instantly with two other soldiers when an IED ripped through their vehicle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thinking about that as my family and I sat in the audience listening to the President's speech, looking at the turret on the up-armored Humvee the explosive ordnance disposal flight had put at the edge of the stage as a static display.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the speech was over and the President was working the crowd line, I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see a White House staff member. She asked me and my wife to come with her, because the President wanted to meet us. Stunned, we grabbed our two sons that were with us and followed her back into a conference room. It was a shock to go from a crowded, noisy hangar, past all of those security people, to find ourselves suddenly alone in a quiet room. The only thing we could hear was a cell phone vibrating, and noticed that it was coming from the jacket Senator Stevens left on a chair. We didn't answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A short time later, the Secret Service opened the door and President Bush walked in. I thought we might get to shake his hand as he went through. But instead, he walked up to my wife with his arms wide, pulled her in for a hug and a kiss, and said, "I wish I could heal the hole in your heart." He then grabbed me for a hug, as well as each of our sons. Then he turned and said, "Everybody out." A few seconds later, the four of us were completely alone behind closed doors with the President of the United States and not a Secret Service agent in sight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He said, "Come on, let's sit down and talk." He pulled up a chair at the side of the room, and we sat down next to him. He looked a little tired from his trip, and he noticed that his shoes were scuffed up from leaning over concrete barriers to shake hands and pose for photos. He slumped down the chair, completely relaxed, smiled, and suddenly was no longer the President - he was just a guy with a job, sitting around talking with us like a family member at a barbeque. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the next 15 or 20 minutes, he talked with us about our son, Iraq, his family, faith, convictions, and shared his feelings about nearing the end of his presidency. He asked each of our teenaged sons what they wanted to do in life and counseled them to set goals, stick to their convictions, and not worry about being the "cool" guy. He said that he'd taken a lot of heat during his tenure and was under a lot of pressure to do what's politically expedient, but was proud to say that he never sold his soul. Sometimes he laughed, and at others he teared up. He said that what he'll miss most after leaving office will be his role as Commander in Chief. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the somber moments was when he thanked us for the opportunity to meet, because he feels a heavy responsibility knowing that our son died because of a decision he made. He was incredibly humble, full of warmth, and completely without pretense. We were seeing the man his family sees. We couldn't believe how long he was talking to us, but he seemed to be in no hurry whatsoever. In the end, he thanked us again for the visit and for the opportunity to get off his feet for a few minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He then said, "Let's get some pictures." The doors flew open, Secret Service and the White House photographer came in, and suddenly he was the President again. We posed for individual pictures as he gave each of us one of his coins, and then he posed for family pictures. A few more thank yous, a few more hugs, and he was gone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The remarkable thing about the whole event was that he didn't have to see us at all. If he wanted to do more, he could've just given a quick handshake and said, "Thanks for your sacrifice." But he didn't - he put everything and everyone in his life on hold to meet privately with the family of a Private First Class who gave his life in the service of his country. What an incredible lesson on service. I&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;f the President of the United States is willing to drop everything on his plate to visit with a family, surely the rest of us can do it. No one is above serving another person, and no one is so lofty that he or she can't treat others with dignity and respect. We often think of service in terms of sacrificing ourselves for someone in a position above us, but how often do we remember that serving someone below us can be much more important? If you're in a leadership capacity, take a good look at how you're treating your people, and remember that your role involves serving the people you rely on every day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-8324556745336238096?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8324556745336238096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=8324556745336238096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/8324556745336238096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/8324556745336238096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/11/value-of-service.html' title='The Value of Service'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SRBCJv4kdyI/AAAAAAAAAtg/iDLJ8bynLiQ/s72-c/Col+Murphy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-8909139306619696021</id><published>2008-10-31T07:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T08:02:44.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SQrx-XzW-ZI/AAAAAAAAAtY/-eSgaHLGhbE/s1600-h/Raegan+with+her+Jack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263285168379459986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SQrx-XzW-ZI/AAAAAAAAAtY/-eSgaHLGhbE/s320/Raegan+with+her+Jack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a busy day of festivities today! The Halloween party and "parade of costumes" at school and then Trick or Treating tonight in our neighborhood.  I've never gotten into the dark side of this holiday but I do love the costumes and trick or treating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember as kids, my mom and dad would take turns dressing up with us and the other would drive us around to trick or treat.  Funny stories!  One year my dad was Little Bo Peep and my mom made his skirt out of a big metal ring so that it would poof out.  Well, it was so big we barely got him in the car and when he sat down it went the whole way over the top of his head.  He couldn't even see where we were going, thank goodness she was driving that year.   My friend Danelle and I continued to go when my siblings were "too old to do that" - we even trick or treated when we were seniors in high school!  Good memories!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even if you don't believe in all of the Halloween traditions, enjoy the day&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-8909139306619696021?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8909139306619696021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=8909139306619696021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/8909139306619696021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/8909139306619696021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/boo-we-have-busy-day-of-festivities.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SQrx-XzW-ZI/AAAAAAAAAtY/-eSgaHLGhbE/s72-c/Raegan+with+her+Jack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-3528226339448282367</id><published>2008-10-31T07:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T07:49:33.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10 predictions no matter who wins the Election&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Bible will still have all the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Prayer will still work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Holy Spirit will still move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. God will still inhabit the praises of His people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. There will still be God-anointed preaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. There will still be singing of praise to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. God will still pour out blessings upon His people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Jesus will still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Jesus will still save the lost when they come to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Our lives will still be the example others watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God approves of this message!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-3528226339448282367?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3528226339448282367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=3528226339448282367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/3528226339448282367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/3528226339448282367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/10-predictions-no-matter-who-wins.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-2024454491282229224</id><published>2008-10-29T08:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:27:07.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #000;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;table width="350" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="1" border="0" cellspacing="0" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="background-color: #0066B3; color: white; font: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;HowManyOfMe.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid black;"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" cellpadding="0" border="0" cellspacing="0" style="background-color: white; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="120" style="padding-top: 2px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://howmanyofme.com" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://extimg.howmanyofme.com/extimages/howmany-logo.png" alt="Logo" width="100" height="100" style="border: 1px black"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font: 16px/1.1 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: #000;"&gt;There are&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; people with my name in the U.S.A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a style="color: #0066B3; text-decoration: underline; font: bold 16px/1.8 Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;" href="http://howmanyofme.com"&gt;How many have your name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&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/241722556169659301-2024454491282229224?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2024454491282229224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=2024454491282229224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/2024454491282229224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/2024454491282229224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/howmanyofme.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-7630177240681255204</id><published>2008-10-21T18:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:35:08.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Political Humor</title><content type='html'>Thanks to my cousin Diane for this timely Halloween humor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SP5YVAtGiMI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/7I_GE-6hwFY/s1600-h/cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259738532804987074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="270" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SP5YVAtGiMI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/7I_GE-6hwFY/s320/cartoon.jpg" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hope there aren't any socialists in your neighborhood this year!&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/241722556169659301-7630177240681255204?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7630177240681255204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=7630177240681255204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/7630177240681255204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/7630177240681255204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/political-humor.html' title='Political Humor'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SP5YVAtGiMI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/7I_GE-6hwFY/s72-c/cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-9200797023029200184</id><published>2008-10-21T18:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:22:08.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tinsel Teeth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the tender age of 7 my baby girl has braces!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started with a palette expander in August (PAINFUL!) ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SP5UeVbZNHI/AAAAAAAAAsw/sREFK1LjIDA/s1600-h/Expander.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259734294940169330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SP5UeVbZNHI/AAAAAAAAAsw/sREFK1LjIDA/s320/Expander.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.... and yesterday they put on her top braces. She'll have these for 18 months. In the meantime the palette expander will come off sometime in February. Just in time for her 8th birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Putting on the gear"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SP5Uej3QV0I/AAAAAAAAAs4/y62hd_DRl-8/s1600-h/cleaning+for+braces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259734298815125314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SP5Uej3QV0I/AAAAAAAAAs4/y62hd_DRl-8/s320/cleaning+for+braces.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SP5UfMz_shI/AAAAAAAAAtA/qoNPxyPU0RI/s1600-h/new+smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259734309807305234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SP5UfMz_shI/AAAAAAAAAtA/qoNPxyPU0RI/s320/new+smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She did great and was pretty excited to see them on herself. She chose black and orange bands so that she could match the Halloween season. She plans on red and green in November to prepare for Christmas. Only she would plan that far in advance!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Raegan and Dr. Jenkins - what an awesome orthodontist!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SP5UfZ6paUI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Q0k61eJBD9I/s1600-h/Raegan+and+Dr.+Jenkins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259734313324865858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SP5UfZ6paUI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Q0k61eJBD9I/s320/Raegan+and+Dr.+Jenkins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There goes the savings!!! But oh that smile will be worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/277/587E12F73899FD40CA74CEBF4831B695.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-9200797023029200184?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/9200797023029200184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=9200797023029200184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/9200797023029200184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/9200797023029200184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/tinsel-teeth.html' title='Tinsel Teeth!'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SP5UeVbZNHI/AAAAAAAAAsw/sREFK1LjIDA/s72-c/Expander.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-5167292620306968446</id><published>2008-10-20T19:11:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T18:05:04.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'>October 5th - It's Been A Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SP0SeZw-a5I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/7vYdRvxuRRE/s1600-h/Aaron%27s+Military+Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259380253360286610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SP0SeZw-a5I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/7vYdRvxuRRE/s320/Aaron%27s+Military+Photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One year since Aaron's "homegoing". It seems like yesterday we got the terrible news of my brothers death. But, strangely, there is a feeling that it happened years ago - like I haven't seen him in ages. That feeling gets stronger and stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is odd, I admit, that we recognize deaths with anniversaries. But as several friends have reminded me, it is how we mark time and how we choose to never let the memory of those we love die. Our family put this in the Bedford Gazette and the Cumberland Times News marking the one year milestone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Honor And Memory of Aaron D. McCoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1/9/72 to 10/5/07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was more than just a son, sibling, husband, father, friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A hunter who loved PA mountains, every hill and bend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was more than a member of the U.S. Air Force each time he flew,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A distinguished loadmaster on a C-130 Gunship crew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was more than a singer with a strong tenor's voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A person who greeted others with excitement and joy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was more than a hero and a motorcyclist&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A sparkling smile that we'll forever miss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;More importantly Aaron was a Child of God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He trusted that Christ died for him on the cross&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A servant of the Lord, He taught God's Word&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And shared it with passion to all he could&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;His life was lived with purpose and his death was nothing less&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For our God is sovereign and He knows what's best&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He would want you each to know that Jesus died for all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Accept this gift of eternal life - for soon, He will call!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We'll see you there, Aaron!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all attended church together and my mom actually sang "I Can Only Imagine". The Lord gave her an amazing amount of calm and composure. She shared how we all were celebrating Aaron's homegoing and trying to imagine that awesome sight of our Lord Jesus that he saw when he was immediately caught up to be with Him that day, October 5th, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After church Joel, Raegan and I stole away to spend some time at the gravesite. When we turned around my mom and dad were right behind us. We shared a few tearful stories and laughs together and then headed on our separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SP0SewwW4nI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Wuts5aolKbI/s1600-h/HEADSTONE+1+YR+ANNIV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259380259531711090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SP0SewwW4nI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Wuts5aolKbI/s320/HEADSTONE+1+YR+ANNIV.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aaron's grave is never lacking for decoration. Daddy said that he's never seen such a decorated gravesite. My mom laughs and says, "Aaron knew I liked to decorate for the seasons".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SP0SfePQ0XI/AAAAAAAAAsg/G8tf3J8ew6c/s1600-h/HEADSTONE+%26+FLAG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259380271740932466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SP0SfePQ0XI/AAAAAAAAAsg/G8tf3J8ew6c/s320/HEADSTONE+%26+FLAG.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have come to know the peace that passes all understanding that comes only from knowing the Lord Jesus as our Saviour and that He has a plan for each of us.  As I've said before - there are NO accidents.   Each event in our lives is to be used to bring honor and glory to our Lord and to lead others to Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/277/587E12F73899FD40CA74CEBF4831B695.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-5167292620306968446?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5167292620306968446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=5167292620306968446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/5167292620306968446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/5167292620306968446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-5th-its-been-year.html' title='October 5th - It&apos;s Been A Year'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SP0SeZw-a5I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/7vYdRvxuRRE/s72-c/Aaron%27s+Military+Photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-8217016143715049083</id><published>2008-10-01T21:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:52:58.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;I knew that I was dreading this week. I just didn't want to flip the calendar and see that month OCTOBER staring me in the face. It's not as if I didn't know it was coming but I guess I was in denial or just wishing it away. It has affected my mood. I've found myself preoccupied, emotional, and anxious. Each day inches us closer to reliving that terrible traumatic day. But a verse came to mind this afternoon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."&lt;/em&gt; Phil. 4:6-7 (NIV)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;As this month begins and the day draws near, my prayer for each one of us that have been touched by Aaron's home-going is that we will not be anxious and distraught but rather we will seek the Lord in prayer offering up to Him our fears, our heartache and our emptiness. And that the peace that He promises will guard our hearts and minds to see His ways and His plan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663333;"&gt;In much prayer and thanksgiving,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/277/587E12F73899FD40CA74CEBF4831B695.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-8217016143715049083?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8217016143715049083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=8217016143715049083' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/8217016143715049083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/8217016143715049083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/10/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-543145944758559086</id><published>2008-09-30T19:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:06:02.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rivals!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just like many of our friends, we spend most of our Saturdays at the peewee football games. I told my mom that I think it just might be a cult! Seriously though it demands alot of time but there are valuable lessons that the kids learn in the process. Atleast I hope so - I'm not spending all this money for nothing am I?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This past weekend was especially neat because Raegan and her cousin Olivia (Adam's daughter) played against each other. Olivia cheers for the Saints and Raegan cheers for the Colts.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SOLIodaT_9I/AAAAAAAAAr4/ktzJIniRANI/s1600-h/Olivia+%26+Raegan+Cheering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251980712882733010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SOLIodaT_9I/AAAAAAAAAr4/ktzJIniRANI/s320/Olivia+%26+Raegan+Cheering.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You will notice the considerable amount of space between Raegan's front teeth - she's had her palate expander on for 6 weeks and the braces are coming in 2 1/2 weeks. yippee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I took this picture the little boy moved - #30 had been leaning over on #4. It was darling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251980717154831682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SOLIotU3DUI/AAAAAAAAAsA/A-LgDoJmd4w/s320/Colts.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Cheering loud and very proud - the colts WON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SOK4W0CVTOI/AAAAAAAAArQ/dFp_cYjGUao/s1600-h/Raegan+cheering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251962817532480738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SOK4W0CVTOI/AAAAAAAAArQ/dFp_cYjGUao/s320/Raegan+cheering.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grammy and Pap got to come to their first game - it was perfect, they pleased 2 grandkids at once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SOK4XGyQZFI/AAAAAAAAArY/JrHhIGXipk8/s1600-h/Raegan+%26+Grammy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251962822565323858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SOK4XGyQZFI/AAAAAAAAArY/JrHhIGXipk8/s320/Raegan+%26+Grammy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had to run between sides but that was okay with us. Here my dad was talking Lance's ear off during the game. Lance goes to church with them and we all grew up with him and his siblings. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SOK4XVncM3I/AAAAAAAAArg/IiBUncnYb8o/s1600-h/Lance+%26+Daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251962826546492274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SOK4XVncM3I/AAAAAAAAArg/IiBUncnYb8o/s320/Lance+%26+Daddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Raegan's twin cousins came to watch her - well, they really watched the game but she liked that they came. They are big into soccer but now have the fever for football.......lookout!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SOK4X9eQiiI/AAAAAAAAAro/yUhmg6CHndc/s1600-h/Boys+watching+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251962837245397538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SOK4X9eQiiI/AAAAAAAAAro/yUhmg6CHndc/s320/Boys+watching+game.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The weather held off for almost the entire game but near the end we got some showers. The girls were prepared with their ponchos. Raegan and her friend Maddie posed for me.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SOK4Yd6xF_I/AAAAAAAAArw/xLZeAa07vdE/s1600-h/Raegan+%26+Maddie+-+raining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251962845954906098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SOK4Yd6xF_I/AAAAAAAAArw/xLZeAa07vdE/s320/Raegan+%26+Maddie+-+raining.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another month to go of being cheer mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/277/587E12F73899FD40CA74CEBF4831B695.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-543145944758559086?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/543145944758559086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=543145944758559086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/543145944758559086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/543145944758559086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/rivals.html' title='Rivals!'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SOLIodaT_9I/AAAAAAAAAr4/ktzJIniRANI/s72-c/Olivia+%26+Raegan+Cheering.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-2229434562501450596</id><published>2008-09-22T10:52:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T11:33:54.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Escape!</title><content type='html'>Joel and I gathered 3 other couples on Friday and headed to Canaan, WV for a weekend away. It was time for us to escape (yes escape) from kids, jobs and responsibilities - that sounds extremely mature doesn't it? Well, every once in awhile it's a good thing to do. So we did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel and I have stayed at this house before and really enjoy all the space and extra amenities.....flat screens, hot tub, fireplaces, etc. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNe349fYrqI/AAAAAAAAAqg/0J_JVWPXu3U/s1600-h/The+Cabin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248866079930363554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNe349fYrqI/AAAAAAAAAqg/0J_JVWPXu3U/s320/The+Cabin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We spent our time playing a game that is called Corn Hole (hate that name, I think it might mean something really nasty in other contexts) it's just a bean bag game that has become popular in the WVU tailgating circles. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNe35aylTKI/AAAAAAAAAqo/9KjO3xVOnac/s1600-h/Canaan+-+Corn+Hole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248866087795510434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNe35aylTKI/AAAAAAAAAqo/9KjO3xVOnac/s320/Canaan+-+Corn+Hole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNe35teTfMI/AAAAAAAAAqw/6w-spoljK9E/s1600-h/Canaan+-+Corn+Hole+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248866092810730690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNe35teTfMI/AAAAAAAAAqw/6w-spoljK9E/s320/Canaan+-+Corn+Hole+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Competition was stiff and who knew we had a CHAMP in the group - Brady, you're "amazing"! ha ha. That's Brady on the right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNe36O87eCI/AAAAAAAAAq4/KhUSiP8zV7E/s1600-h/Canaan+-+Brady+Corn+Hole+Champ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248866101797550114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNe36O87eCI/AAAAAAAAAq4/KhUSiP8zV7E/s320/Canaan+-+Brady+Corn+Hole+Champ.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was obvious that we had some competitive spirits among us when we pitted gals against guys for Taboo, Battle of the Sexes and Cranium! For the life of me I don't remember who won which game but I can tell you the guys were astounded at the vast knowledge we women had of obscure subjects like pan fish, snare traps, golfing and oh, yeah Monica Lewinsky!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also spent a fair amount of time in the hot tub (no pictures allowed) and lounging around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNe36uHbyCI/AAAAAAAAArA/Ah54YQBofE8/s1600-h/Relaxing+-+Jay+%26+Brady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248866110163109922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNe36uHbyCI/AAAAAAAAArA/Ah54YQBofE8/s320/Relaxing+-+Jay+%26+Brady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are definately creatures of the technology age! We had laptops, Iphones, and cellphones all in use during the weekend!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNe0D6tZhQI/AAAAAAAAAp4/nuPoJUssS5w/s1600-h/R%26R+with+technology.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248861870115882242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNe0D6tZhQI/AAAAAAAAAp4/nuPoJUssS5w/s320/R%26R+with+technology.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bridget and Brad - the best pictures are those spur of the moment ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNe0EvQCRlI/AAAAAAAAAqA/eXELUPTbMuo/s1600-h/Bridget+%26+Brad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248861884219803218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNe0EvQCRlI/AAAAAAAAAqA/eXELUPTbMuo/s320/Bridget+%26+Brad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Smile Lucien, it's just a game!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNe0FIRdBzI/AAAAAAAAAqI/eWthbDIPc5U/s1600-h/Lu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248861890936637234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNe0FIRdBzI/AAAAAAAAAqI/eWthbDIPc5U/s320/Lu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joel, decked out in his camo apron, making bacon for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNe0FUrY0-I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/l-Nt0hV5HD0/s1600-h/Joel+-+Breakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248861894266639330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNe0FUrY0-I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/l-Nt0hV5HD0/s320/Joel+-+Breakfast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Five of us ventured off to go horseback riding. Joel set it up for us and did a great job. He knows how much I LOVE to ride and I think this may have been the highlight of the weekend for me. Brad, Joel, Bridget and Mindy all ready to hit the trail. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;OH MY GOSH! That picture just got erased!!! oooops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mindy's first time horseback riding (well, she rode one once in high school). Let's just say she was very nervous about this experience. I was so proud of her - she did it! They gave her this horse named Cricket - it's the one they put all the kids on. He was perfect for her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNey2Q_9IRI/AAAAAAAAApQ/3ctQuIjXSAs/s1600-h/Mindy+%26+Cricket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248860536069497106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNey2Q_9IRI/AAAAAAAAApQ/3ctQuIjXSAs/s320/Mindy+%26+Cricket.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I requested a spunky one and they gave me just that. His name is Chamois and he definately made it worth my money! Reminded me of my horse from home, Tashi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNey3TkurgI/AAAAAAAAApY/A99Dg1MVjok/s1600-h/Me+%26+Chamois.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248860553940479490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNey3TkurgI/AAAAAAAAApY/A99Dg1MVjok/s320/Me+%26+Chamois.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We rode for an hour and a half through the State Park - the weather was perfect and the views were picturesque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNey39q2QEI/AAAAAAAAApg/95VXc24zCF4/s1600-h/thru+the+woods.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248860565240430658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNey39q2QEI/AAAAAAAAApg/95VXc24zCF4/s320/thru+the+woods.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNey4SYboEI/AAAAAAAAApo/q7SK5T-B_dk/s1600-h/scenery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248860570800332866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNey4SYboEI/AAAAAAAAApo/q7SK5T-B_dk/s320/scenery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the 1/2 way point we stopped "on top of the world" for our Koday Moment!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNey4wTTLMI/AAAAAAAAApw/aqo6GKI6sKI/s1600-h/5+of+us+At+the+top+of+the+ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248860578831871170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNey4wTTLMI/AAAAAAAAApw/aqo6GKI6sKI/s320/5+of+us+At+the+top+of+the+ride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks honey, for making it happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/277/587E12F73899FD40CA74CEBF4831B695.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/241722556169659301-2229434562501450596?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2229434562501450596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=2229434562501450596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/2229434562501450596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/2229434562501450596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/09/weekend-escape.html' title='Weekend Escape!'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNe349fYrqI/AAAAAAAAAqg/0J_JVWPXu3U/s72-c/The+Cabin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-1610007670090693015</id><published>2008-08-31T16:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T16:11:26.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day</title><content type='html'>Hope you all have a wonderful and safe Labor Day weekend.  I know many are getting a last minute camping trip in and others enjoyed a wonderful day tail-gating at the WVU game-- go 'eers!  You can bet that Coach Rodriguez is wishing he would have stayed in the mountains instead of heading for the hills of Michigan!  His loss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all, our prayers are with those in the path of the storm headed for the coast.  We pray that all the preparations will be for nothing and it totally surprises us all and takes a different course leaving the states (and our oil rigs!) unscathed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/277/587E12F73899FD40CA74CEBF4831B695.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-1610007670090693015?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1610007670090693015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=1610007670090693015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/1610007670090693015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/1610007670090693015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/labor-day.html' title='Labor Day'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-5913117114494413813</id><published>2008-08-29T10:35:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T11:37:07.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Month of May (In Review)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here's the month of May in review. When I left off it was Mother's Day, we enjoyed a wonderful meal at Puccini's after church with my mom, dad, Carole and Olivia. Adam was on the road traveling somewhere - hard to keep track of his many journeys! Isn't my mom just gorgeous - no one ever believes us when we tell her age. Yes, she's 59! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgN58mPj1I/AAAAAAAAAbw/lQW5XcUhscs/s1600-h/Mother,+Leah+%26+Raegan+-+mom%27s+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239953455615807314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgN58mPj1I/AAAAAAAAAbw/lQW5XcUhscs/s320/Mother,+Leah+%26+Raegan+-+mom%27s+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christina and the kids arrived around the 21st or 22nd - we were so relieved to have them arrive safely. It was a very emotional return since the last time they were here was to bury Aaron. We vowed to work through it and enjoy each moment, making more memories.&lt;br /&gt;That Friday my mom, dad, Christina, the kids and Raegan and I went skating. Everyone of us skated and I believe everyone had atleast one bruise to show for it! It was quite an experience to be at the skating rink - it's where the 4 of us kids spent alot of our Friday and Saturday nights. We loved to skate and it was THEE place to hang out. I don't think they've changed a thing since then! Same floor, same carpeted walls, same bathrooms and yes, even same skates -ha, ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The lighting is terrible there and my old camera doesn't do well with any movement, but this is Christina and I with Raegan and Lanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgN6MFXllI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S0brSQ0N4PM/s1600-h/Skating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239953459772888658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgN6MFXllI/AAAAAAAAAb4/S0brSQ0N4PM/s320/Skating.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgN6sXbVdI/AAAAAAAAAcA/hLLaih2FOUQ/s1600-h/Christina+%26+Samuel+-+skating+rink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239953468438566354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgN6sXbVdI/AAAAAAAAAcA/hLLaih2FOUQ/s320/Christina+%26+Samuel+-+skating+rink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Samuel, Chandler, Raegan and Lanie smiling big - Bennett wasn't in the mood at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgM1yiJM2I/AAAAAAAAAbI/YiZ9KA94bPI/s1600-h/all+the+kids+skating+rink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239952284683154274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgM1yiJM2I/AAAAAAAAAbI/YiZ9KA94bPI/s320/all+the+kids+skating+rink.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all went to church together that Sunday and they had a Memorial Day Tribute - tears, tears, and more tears!  Our family had a picnic afterwards and then the kids wanted to go for a ride in Pap's truck.  Something we used to do alot as kids but is less than legal these days since there are no seatbelts in the back of trucks.  Oh well, in the small town of Centerville you can get away with a small violation of the law.  :  )  So we all piled in pap's truck and went for a very long ride that included a drive past the house where we grew up.  Lots of stories were told and I think the kids enjoyed hearing stories of their parent's exploits from Grammy.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgM2W89ltI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/R7Xw8_wotcQ/s1600-h/Back+of+Paps+truck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239952294459315922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgM2W89ltI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/R7Xw8_wotcQ/s320/Back+of+Paps+truck.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgM2jshopI/AAAAAAAAAbY/RqNbf6K635E/s1600-h/truck+ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239952297880035986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgM2jshopI/AAAAAAAAAbY/RqNbf6K635E/s320/truck+ride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we got back we all enjoyed rootbeer floats in honor of Aaron.  In the heat, they were a welcome treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgM21TPjpI/AAAAAAAAAbg/hjDH-QCqzsg/s1600-h/having+rootbeer+floats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239952302605831826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgM21TPjpI/AAAAAAAAAbg/hjDH-QCqzsg/s320/having+rootbeer+floats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christina pushing Lanie and Bennett.  Raegan is on the left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgM3PqHNRI/AAAAAAAAAbo/5vFZX3a-4UI/s1600-h/swings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239952309681075474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgM3PqHNRI/AAAAAAAAAbo/5vFZX3a-4UI/s320/swings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like most families, the kids always want to go to the other's house or have one of them stay over.  Well, before you know it all the kids were divided up and Christina was "kidless" - we took them all.  Samuel and Bennett came with us.  But before we went home we drove to the cemetary to see if Aaron's stone had been delivered.  Christina, Samuel, Bennett, Raegan, Joel and I stood and watched them unload, arrange and set the black granite headstone.  As heavy as those stones are, it's quite an accomplishment for anyone to set them but two women set this stone by themselves, very impressive!!! &lt;br /&gt;Mother and Daddy did an excellent job picking it out and designing it.  The picture of Aaron in the left hand corner is in color and guaranteed not to fade, the top right corner shows a C-130, a Bible is displayed in the bottom left corner and in the right corner there is a big buck bounding through the woods.  &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgLo8RGGzI/AAAAAAAAAag/GohWqq8UIV0/s1600-h/Aaron%27s+Headstone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239950964446075698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgLo8RGGzI/AAAAAAAAAag/GohWqq8UIV0/s320/Aaron%27s+Headstone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The back of Aaron's headstone includes each of the children's names.  It brings tears to my eyes each time I see it.  This stone is the epitome of all that Aaron loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgLpNjh_qI/AAAAAAAAAao/ulRnc2a0sZI/s1600-h/Back+of+Aaron%27s+Headstone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239950969086803618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgLpNjh_qI/AAAAAAAAAao/ulRnc2a0sZI/s320/Back+of+Aaron%27s+Headstone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the footstone placed by the U.S. Air Force, not sure why it does not include the Iraq War on it as well.  I'm sure there are guidelines, etc.  I'd love to know the specifics if anyone knows.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgLpW0mnwI/AAAAAAAAAaw/-7G1ncJ4dgU/s1600-h/Aaron%27s+footstone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239950971574329090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgLpW0mnwI/AAAAAAAAAaw/-7G1ncJ4dgU/s320/Aaron%27s+footstone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; by this time the sun was going down and the kids were tired and needed baths so we headed for home.  Raegan and Samuel got in some valuable Wii competition while Bennett got a bath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgLpp9OtlI/AAAAAAAAAa4/fo87iT2PU7Q/s1600-h/DSC02638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239950976710784594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgLpp9OtlI/AAAAAAAAAa4/fo87iT2PU7Q/s320/DSC02638.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bennett really liked Uncle Joel's bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgLqExz3aI/AAAAAAAAAbA/974HUozdtYI/s1600-h/Bennet+on+the+Bear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239950983910645154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgLqExz3aI/AAAAAAAAAbA/974HUozdtYI/s320/Bennet+on+the+Bear.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Samuel and Joel went to the farm and played on the tractors and 4-wheeler.  We joined them later until Bennett fell asleep on the 4-wheeler WHILE we were in the woods!&lt;br /&gt;Joel took the time to teach Samuel how to use the weed eater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgKwjGzDUI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/QNou-by1YDk/s1600-h/Joel+%26+Samuel+weedeating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239949995619323202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgKwjGzDUI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/QNou-by1YDk/s320/Joel+%26+Samuel+weedeating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; more male bonding time.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgKxCYmccI/AAAAAAAAAaA/KgFo7WM7XgU/s1600-h/Joel+%26+Bennett+on+mower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239950004015493570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgKxCYmccI/AAAAAAAAAaA/KgFo7WM7XgU/s320/Joel+%26+Bennett+on+mower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bennett &amp;amp; Raegan on the trampoline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgKxTVwT7I/AAAAAAAAAaI/oYDzz-VlECY/s1600-h/Bennett+%26+Raegan+on+Trampoline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239950008566960050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgKxTVwT7I/AAAAAAAAAaI/oYDzz-VlECY/s320/Bennett+%26+Raegan+on+Trampoline.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We loved having the kids at the house but Bennett wanted mom after 2 days, so he went home to Pap and Grammy's and Samuel stayed with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raegan loved having "a brother" and Samuel loved picking on her.  Here she made him sit and listen to her read a book for school.   He was very patient and even watched Hannah Montana with her - way cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgKx9TYcSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/kGg1u3PviAw/s1600-h/Samuel+listening+to+Raegan+read.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239950019831296290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgKx9TYcSI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/kGg1u3PviAw/s320/Samuel+listening+to+Raegan+read.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which one is really asleep?&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgKyGH2vJI/AAAAAAAAAaY/QzL6xH_m5sQ/s1600-h/resting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239950022198869138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgKyGH2vJI/AAAAAAAAAaY/QzL6xH_m5sQ/s320/resting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't explain the emotions I felt as I looked at Samuel sitting on the couch.  He looks, acts, talks just like Aaron did at that age.  Watching him and Raegan was like watching a replay of my childhood.  Sooooo wierd.  But what great memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Coming next......June!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Leah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/241722556169659301-5913117114494413813?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5913117114494413813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=5913117114494413813' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/5913117114494413813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/5913117114494413813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/month-of-may-in-review.html' title='Month of May (In Review)'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLgN58mPj1I/AAAAAAAAAbw/lQW5XcUhscs/s72-c/Mother,+Leah+%26+Raegan+-+mom%27s+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-7855634353033956351</id><published>2008-08-27T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T13:07:36.852-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School!</title><content type='html'>I've basically taken the summer off from my blog and I've been informed by many of you that you are waiting for updates. Honestly, I've been surprised by how many people have been reading the blog (I didn't know so many people knew about it) and humbled by your comments. I do enjoy the writing and honestly I hope the Lord continues to use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the first day of school for WV schools. Raegan started 2nd grade - what a BIG girl.  Her school day begins very early at 6 am!!  When I went in to wake her up she was smiling and said "is it time yet?"  Wow, I hope this lasts for a couple weeks, but it's likely to diminish as the novelty wears off.  I drove her to school - they have to be there by 7:30 and she chattered the ENTIRE time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLWFj0c2dwI/AAAAAAAAAZY/xwHzJc7AhUQ/s1600-h/1st+day+of+2nd+grade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239240591937009410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLWFj0c2dwI/AAAAAAAAAZY/xwHzJc7AhUQ/s320/1st+day+of+2nd+grade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can tell the hair has grown back but we both are anxious to cut a few inches off of it again.  She has also grown taller, the girl just keeps growing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLWFkRzThEI/AAAAAAAAAZg/wGhNVAWcz9k/s1600-h/st+day+of+2nd+grade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239240599815816258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLWFkRzThEI/AAAAAAAAAZg/wGhNVAWcz9k/s320/st+day+of+2nd+grade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not my choice for a backpack, but can you get the girls to choose anything but Hannah Montana these days? &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLWFk8hZwII/AAAAAAAAAZo/y-BZGoqGFNI/s1600-h/Backpack+-+2nd+grade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239240611283452034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLWFk8hZwII/AAAAAAAAAZo/y-BZGoqGFNI/s320/Backpack+-+2nd+grade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's the "senior" of the primary school because it only goes to 2nd grade. She's enjoying this fame and extremely excited about the year and her teacher Mrs. Wagner.  Can't you tell?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLWFlGN9asI/AAAAAAAAAZw/J_P2h2hIxO0/s1600-h/Raegan+and+Mrs.+Wagner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239240613886257858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLWFlGN9asI/AAAAAAAAAZw/J_P2h2hIxO0/s320/Raegan+and+Mrs.+Wagner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have always found it difficult to "leave" Raegan at school.  She has been (is) a complete blessing in my life and I tend to want to protect that innocence and gentle spirit that can be so easily tarnished when it is exposed to so many other influences in the world.  My prayer each day is that the Lord will grant her protection and strength to guard her heart and mind.  This prayer will be even more passionate as she enters the higher grades!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coming soon.....overview of the last 3 months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to catch up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leah&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/241722556169659301-7855634353033956351?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7855634353033956351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=7855634353033956351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/7855634353033956351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/7855634353033956351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School!'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SLWFj0c2dwI/AAAAAAAAAZY/xwHzJc7AhUQ/s72-c/1st+day+of+2nd+grade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-8776446078084198924</id><published>2008-05-19T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T10:13:34.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Thoughts</title><content type='html'>When I wrote in her card on mother's day I told my mom that I was so thankful that she had been a "mean mom" and this is what I meant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was your Mom mean?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I know mine was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the meaneast mother in the whole world!&lt;br /&gt;While other kids ate cake and candy for breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;we had to have cereal, eggs and oatmeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches&lt;br /&gt;and guess what our dinner was, yep, different from what other kids had&lt;br /&gt;We actually had to eat from all of the food groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had the nerve to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work.&lt;br /&gt;We had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to cook,vacuum the floors,&lt;br /&gt;do laundry, empty the trash, mow the grass, and all sorts of other cruel jobs. &lt;br /&gt;I think she would lie awake at night thinking of more things for us to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times&lt;br /&gt;You'd think we were convicts in a prison!&lt;br /&gt;She had to know who our friends were &amp;amp; what we were doing with them.&lt;br /&gt;Where we were going and when we would be back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She insisted on us telling the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth&lt;br /&gt;and if we didn't "our sins would find us out".&lt;br /&gt;By the time we were teenagers she could read our minds&lt;br /&gt;and she had eyes in the back of her head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother wouldn't let our friends just honk the horn when they drove up&lt;br /&gt;they had to come to the door so she could meet them.&lt;br /&gt;While everyone else could date when they were 12 or 13,&lt;br /&gt;we had to wait until we were 16 - gasp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of our mother we missed out on lots of things other kids experienced.&lt;br /&gt;Like.....none of us were caught shoplifting, vandalizing other's property,&lt;br /&gt;arrested for any crime or pregnant.  It was all her fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also her fault that we were in church every Sunday morning,&lt;br /&gt;Sunday evening and Wednesday, that we memorized scripture verses,&lt;br /&gt;that we had family devotions, and most of all, that each of us&lt;br /&gt;came to know Jesus as our Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is what's wrong with the world today&lt;br /&gt;It just doesn't have enough mean moms!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing my best to be a mean mom too,&lt;br /&gt;Leah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-8776446078084198924?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8776446078084198924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=8776446078084198924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/8776446078084198924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/8776446078084198924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-thoughts.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Thoughts'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-6108111877478293606</id><published>2008-05-05T09:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T09:40:15.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>I love pictures - don't always enjoy having my own taken, but love the PURPOSE of pictures.   They tell our stories, help us celebrate, remember and mourn.  Sometimes they help us when our memory seems to fail us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Easter, Amy gave me pictures she had come across from December 1998.  They were of her, Aaron and I.  Aaron was flying into Harrisburg, PA with his crew, spending the night and leaving the next day.  I told him I would be there!  It was only a little more than 2 hours away and the closest he would be in a while - what an opportunity!!  Amy was very much "with child" at the time but I convinced her that the roadtrip would be great fun.  It was like being kids again - we went to dinner and stayed up late talking.  The 3 of us even shared a hotel room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures brought tears, of course, but something more.  The human mind has a unique ability to capture our memories -- little snapshots that we've taken with our mind's eye and felt with our heart.   Those snapshots started flashing before me and memories flooded my mind.  I can remember how "giddy" Aaron was when he greeted us at the hotel that night, how we piled 7 of us in my little Mazda 626 to find a restaurant, what he ate at dinner, and where he sat in the hotel room (up on the heater by the window where he talked to Christina on the phone).  How our mind does that I'll never know but it helps us hold that person so much closer when we've lost them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eating at Outback Steakhouse.  I remember Aaron requesting a baked sweet potatoe and devouring it!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SB8GderatVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/2I4SR8dQT4c/s1600-h/3+of+us+in+98.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196879598529983826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SB8GderatVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/2I4SR8dQT4c/s320/3+of+us+in+98.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next morning we got clearance to go out on the strip with him.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SB8GduratWI/AAAAAAAAAZI/d6uZL_jU2TI/s1600-h/3+of+us+by+plane+in+98.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196879602824951138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SB8GduratWI/AAAAAAAAAZI/d6uZL_jU2TI/s320/3+of+us+by+plane+in+98.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How cool was that!  I found some more pictures from this trip in my albums.  Amy and I took turns sitting in the pilot and co-pilot's seats as well as the bubble where Aaron would shoot the gun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As I look at these pictures I hear him laughing and feel that warm closeness.  Seven months have flown by since that terrible October day but we'll NEVER EVER forget you Aaron!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With loving memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Leah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-6108111877478293606?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6108111877478293606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=6108111877478293606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/6108111877478293606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/6108111877478293606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SB8GderatVI/AAAAAAAAAZA/2I4SR8dQT4c/s72-c/3+of+us+in+98.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-5241633327234364179</id><published>2008-05-02T13:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T13:19:00.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Joel's Back</title><content type='html'>Some of you know that Joel has been having some back, hip and leg problems and an MRI revealed a herniated disk.  Well, we traveled to Winchester on Wednesday to see the neurosurgeons at the Spinal Clinic.  They agreed with the finding but are hoping that it is a "contained" herniation.  They decided to start by giving him an epidural steroid injection.  Depending on his results from this we will know whether or not we have to proceed with surgery.  We are praying we do not but we'll take it as it comes.  He is very sore from the injection and still is experiencing the "temporary" nerve affects from the herniation.  We'll keep ya posted but would appreciate the prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-5241633327234364179?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5241633327234364179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=5241633327234364179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/5241633327234364179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/5241633327234364179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/joels-back.html' title='Joel&apos;s Back'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-7820848188281216384</id><published>2008-05-01T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T17:34:46.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Years &amp; Counting</title><content type='html'>Today Joel and I celebrate 9 years of marriage!  I could write a book here about our relationship - our ups and downs but instead I just want to say I'm thankful for the Lord's guidance, love, forgiveness and blessings in our lives.  He has done and continues to do an amazing work in us.  I'm convinced that marriages cannot be strong unless they have difficult times to teach you the need for each other and total dependence on God.   I think my vision of marriage 9 years ago was a far cry from the intimate, deep bond that would develop through years of tears, joys, life lessons and prayer!  For better or worse............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Happy Anniversary Honey!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Day of Prayer Today&lt;br /&gt;I pray that couples will join together in prayer committing themselves to putting Christ first in their home and raising children that know and love our Lord.  Our country sure could use a few stronger families!!  And my daughter will need a godly man in about 20 years!  PLEASE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-7820848188281216384?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7820848188281216384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=7820848188281216384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/7820848188281216384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/7820848188281216384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/05/9-years-counting.html' title='9 Years &amp; Counting'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-3996710879584188285</id><published>2008-04-27T21:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:16:12.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>I went out for a jog Thursday evening.  It was absolutely perfect.  It wasn't hot and stuffy and it wasn't cold and brisk.  It was just right and the breeze hitting my face was so fresh and rejuvenating.  The sounds and the sights of summer-like activities going on all around me were wonderful!!  When I jog I like to let my mind wander freely - no thinking, (except when I'm concentrating on getting my next breath!)  Anyways, I was enjoying this little jaunt when up behind me came a motorcycle.  My mind instantly flooded with thoughts of Aaron. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we all have asked the question "Why, Lord?" when something terrible has happened in our lives even though we dare not admit it.  It's almost like a natural bodily reflex that occurs when trauma strikes our world.  So I'll confess - I have!  I found myself asking that over and over as I ran - why, Lord, why did Aaron have to die?  Why do we all have to suffer such loss and pain?  The tears began to fall and my path soon became blurry.  And then the Holy Spirit spoke to me "Leah, you never ask "why" when something good happens, why would you question me now?"  I had to chuckle through my tears.  That's exactly right.  When we get a job promotion, when we give birth to a beautiful son or daughter, when we marry, when we enjoy all of the beautiful joyous moments in life we never question why we deserve such luxury.  Instead we soak them in almost as if we are entitled to them and our Lord had nothing to do with them.  But when that difficult time rolls around and we experience heartache, despair and loss we wonder why such calamity would come into our lives.  Why do we deserve such struggles.  As I continued to run several verses came to mind and I was reminded that the reason for both the good AND the bad in our lives is the same -- to bring honor and glory to Him!  That's it!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once heard that when you find yourself asking the Lord "why" change it to "what".   So from now on don't ask "Why, Lord?" instead ask "What, Lord?"  What is it that you want me to &lt;strong&gt;learn&lt;/strong&gt; from this?  What do you want me to &lt;strong&gt;see&lt;/strong&gt; that I've not seen before?  What do you want me to &lt;strong&gt;change&lt;/strong&gt; in my life?  What do you want me to &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; as service for you? &lt;br /&gt;We are not our own and we were bought with a price (Christ's blood on the cross).  We have been placed here in this specific time, with these specific circumstances to live for Him.  Why then would we question why?&lt;br /&gt;Leah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-3996710879584188285?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3996710879584188285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=3996710879584188285' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/3996710879584188285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/3996710879584188285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-8909982258787987006</id><published>2008-04-23T16:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T16:56:14.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a small, deserted island. He prayed fervently for God to rescue him. Every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none came. Exhausted, he eventually built a small hut out of driftwood as a shelter and a place to store his few remaining possessions.&lt;br /&gt;One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find his little hut in flames, the smoke rolling up to the sky. Everything was lost. Stunned with grief and anger, he cried, "God, how you could do this to me!" Early the next day, however, he was awakened by the sound of a ship approaching the island. It had come to rescue him! "How did you know I was here?" the weary man asked. "We saw your smoke signal," they replied.&lt;br /&gt;God is always at work in our lives, even during the most stress-filled moments. When we entrust everything we are and everything we have to God, when we depend upon his truth instead of our own understanding and choose to walk in obedience, God promises to "make our paths straight" (Proverbs 3:6 NLT). No matter how deep the valley, we can count on God for direction. In Proverbs 3:6, "make straight" means "to do right, to make smooth or to be evenly hammered". I love that truth! I can almost see my Father going before me, the hammer of truth in his hand, flattening every fear-filled obstacle, hammering down every mountain of doubt before me so that, when he has made a way, I can cross over. He straightens out the crooked paths, improving my behavior and causing me to do the "right" things.&lt;br /&gt;Valleys are best faced with a total abandonment to the Shepherd of the valley. How many times have we danced with joy on the mountain top then moaned and complained in the valley? God is Lord of the mountain and the valley. I suspect that the most powerful life is lived in the valley -- not on the mountain top. Every valley is surrounded by mountains and every valley has a shepherd, a shepherd who will walk with us through the valley, a shepherd who will go before us, leading us out of the valley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you are today, your Father is there. No matter how deep or long the valley, he is with you, waiting for you to surrender all. Give him your valley, knowing that he will surely lead you out. God has ordained that valley as an altar of sacrifice, an opportunity for him to work through your broken heart and life. Keep your glance on the valley and your gaze on the Shepherd. Begin praising him for your deliverance. It will surely come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-8909982258787987006?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8909982258787987006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=8909982258787987006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/8909982258787987006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/8909982258787987006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/only-survivor-of-shipwreck-was-washed.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-3075711588060863474</id><published>2008-04-04T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T09:40:35.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is yet another milestone - 6 months!  It seems like just yesterday that Aaron's life was snatched away from us all and yet at the same time it seems like years since we've seen his smile, heard his laugh and smelled his cologne-soaked skin.  (Wow, he always smelled so good!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he died I wanted the world to stop, nothing else was important.  Afterall, it seemed like it had for our family, why couldn't everyone else just stop what they were doing and mourn like me.   But life goes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've watched Spring wake up from it's Winter nap I've been encouraged by the sights of new life all around me.  The fresh colors of green grass and trees, the bright smile of yellow on the forsythia bushes - they bring joy to those of us who despise the gloom of winter.   And they have reminded me that the Lord continues to hold this world of mine together.  He brings up the sun each day, and hangs the moon each night.  Life does go on.....the Lord is still holding our world in space.  And just like those happy tulips that have popped through the ground -- it's beginning again.  There is joy in this time of the year and there can be joy in this season of life as well.  I rejoice that Christ's resurrection means we too will be given life everlasting with Him.  It's definately &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; over for Aaron.  It has begun anew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, my email devotion today was about - you guessed it - death! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Death always throws us into the valley . . . the place we least desire to go, and when we least expect to. It comes as a thief in the night, and steals away those we love, leaving us to mourn and grieve. Where we once stood on the mountaintop where the light in our lives had shined so brightly has become a cloud that is cast over all that we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you have lost someone you loved, or you are faced with your own mortality, death can be devastating. When we walk through death's valley, we come face-to-face with fear, and life seems suddenly to stop. Our soul is overwhelmed, our heart is broken, and we can barely walk, talk, or listen . . . much less carry on the routine of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet in that valley, we can choose to respond with a steadfast determination that shouts to the Lord, "I will fear no evil; for you are with me!" (Psalm 23:4). "There is nothing that can separate me from your love" (Romans 8:38--39). "You have promised always to be with me" (Hebrews 13:5).The claim of God's promises brings light into a valley where all has grown dim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For life is not what it seems. We may think we are alone but God is with us. Loss is terrible but not forever. Death seems permanent but is only temporary. Jesus died but was raised again. The power of the resurrection takes on a new meaning when we face our own crucifixions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying good-bye to loved ones is excruciatingly painful. But slowly and most assuredly, God provides comfort and brings light back into our lives. He leads us out of the valley and back onto the mountaintop where the view becomes crystal clear again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need not fear death, for Christ has conquered death in His resurrection. Death may separate us for a time, but Christ will reunite us forever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for that Blessed Hope and Glorious Appearing,&lt;br /&gt;Leah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-3075711588060863474?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3075711588060863474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=3075711588060863474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/3075711588060863474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/3075711588060863474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/tomorrow-is-yet-another-milestone-6.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-6091614107725957210</id><published>2008-04-02T22:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:32:58.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lessons</title><content type='html'>I know this sounds ridiculously mundane for a blog posting but bear with me. The other night I fixed peas with dinner. Neither Raegan or Joel like them but I told them that we need to be eating a variety of vegetables and that they would each eat the small portion that I put on their plates. Joel proceeded to tell me that he has never liked peas, never will and wouldn't eat them for dinner. Well....he ate them. He stirred them into his mashed potatoes and found they would go down easier. He told Raegan to do the same but she wouldn't go for it. She drug out dinner forever because she wouldn't eat her peas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R_Q9B6aGTdI/AAAAAAAAAY4/GG85BlSBd7c/s1600-h/Yuck!+Peas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184836174078168530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R_Q9B6aGTdI/AAAAAAAAAY4/GG85BlSBd7c/s320/Yuck!+Peas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She cried, she whined, she kicked and then she said "mommy, peas are worse than shots!" I chuckled knowing how much she detests shots. &lt;em&gt;(She had quite a few bad experiences with steroid shots in the hospital on several occasions.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her comment made me think of something - so often things come into our lives and we kick and scream, whine and cry refusing to "swallow" them. We don't want this to happen, we don't want things that way. The Lord has said it is for our good and He will bring good from it. Until we are completely broken and without strength we think we can do things our way. But our will must be broken and we must come to the point of turning things over to the father who loves us so much He gave His life for us and trust him that the daily "peas" will soon pass and we will develop a stronger spiritual walk with him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you have to "eat your peas", remember it's for your good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raegan's Mean Mom &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-6091614107725957210?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6091614107725957210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=6091614107725957210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/6091614107725957210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/6091614107725957210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/life-lessons.html' title='Life Lessons'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R_Q9B6aGTdI/AAAAAAAAAY4/GG85BlSBd7c/s72-c/Yuck!+Peas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-1657076802445792299</id><published>2008-04-02T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T22:10:52.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>Wow! Once again, I'm way behind on posting the goings on in the family. I've been working alot and well, my family comes first.  I'm up late tonight and thought I would post Easter pictures.  I really should be in bed since Raegan was up 1/2 the night last night with nightmares.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raegan had a talk with E.B. about her gifts. She told him that she didn't really care what she got because she thought it would be greedy to ask for anything. I've never heard of a kid saying that!! Anyways, he came through and brought lots of nice things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R_Q5t6aGTcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/TplBO_qkWKA/s1600-h/Talking+to+the+E.+Bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184832531945901506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R_Q5t6aGTcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/TplBO_qkWKA/s320/Talking+to+the+E.+Bunny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had an egg hunt at our house the evening before with my twin nephews - BRRR! It was so cold the snow was blowing around. They still enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R_Q5XKaGTXI/AAAAAAAAAYI/4aYErzRzLlc/s1600-h/DSC02556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184832141103877490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R_Q5XKaGTXI/AAAAAAAAAYI/4aYErzRzLlc/s320/DSC02556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We enjoyed Easter morning breakfast at church and the kids sang their songs. Raegan recited the verses that she's been learning here at home.  It reminded me of myself at that age.  My parents believed that the sooner you get the children to speak in front of the church the sooner they will become comfortable with it.  Well, I always would start crying from my nerves and my voice would quiver - Raegan did the exact same thing!  I teared up just listening to her.  She has learned John 3:16 &amp;amp; 17 and is working on verse 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R_Q5XaaGTYI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/IzMQ87Zh0bw/s1600-h/Easter+Beauty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184832145398844802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R_Q5XaaGTYI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/IzMQ87Zh0bw/s320/Easter+Beauty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Easter Beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R_Q5X6aGTZI/AAAAAAAAAYY/YE4yD_FlWCY/s1600-h/Easter+Bonnet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184832153988779410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R_Q5X6aGTZI/AAAAAAAAAYY/YE4yD_FlWCY/s320/Easter+Bonnet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our McCoy fam gathered at mother and daddy's church for Easter lunch and egg hunt.  We have quite a large family and the church fellowship hall has worked well the last 3 or 4 years for us.   As you can see in the picture, the only one that wouldn't smile for me was Adam - act your age boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R_Q5X6aGTaI/AAAAAAAAAYg/aEsUCmltPMo/s1600-h/Mccoy+fam+eating+Easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184832153988779426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R_Q5X6aGTaI/AAAAAAAAAYg/aEsUCmltPMo/s320/Mccoy+fam+eating+Easter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids hunted for the eggs that Adam, Joel and Steve hid.  Unfortunately the guys couldn't remember where they hid all 135 eggs.  It took a while but all the eggs were found.  Here Joel is counting and recounting.  FUN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R_Q5YaaGTbI/AAAAAAAAAYo/GDUhEP1kntI/s1600-h/Joel+counting+eggs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184832162578714034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R_Q5YaaGTbI/AAAAAAAAAYo/GDUhEP1kntI/s320/Joel+counting+eggs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not a whole lot of pictures, I know.  It was a great day though and I know each one of us cherished the time we got to spend together. &lt;br /&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/241722556169659301-1657076802445792299?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1657076802445792299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=1657076802445792299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/1657076802445792299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/1657076802445792299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R_Q5t6aGTcI/AAAAAAAAAYw/TplBO_qkWKA/s72-c/Talking+to+the+E.+Bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-1908404178077959035</id><published>2008-03-17T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T12:05:32.395-04:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I know that "luck"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;is really not true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;that green is no better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;pink, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;orange, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;No rainbows with gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;nor leprechauns are near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;and if you forgot to wear green,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;you have nothing to fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I just wanted to  say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With my Irish roots I didn't want this day to go by without some kind of posting.  But on a more serious note I've included a quote from Saint Patrick that I feel speaks loudly of his deep faith in God despite a persecuted life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Therefore, indeed, I cannot keep silent, nor would it be proper, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so many favours and graces has the Lord designed to bestow on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. . .  our way to repay Him is to exalt Him and confess His wonders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;before every nation under heaven."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;No shamrocks, no lucky charms, just the wonderful grace of Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Leah McCoy-Knotts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-1908404178077959035?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1908404178077959035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=1908404178077959035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/1908404178077959035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/1908404178077959035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/st-patricks-day.html' title='St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-4061636640147868132</id><published>2008-03-14T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:23:16.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's going to be a quite a shock to many of you - especially my family - but Raegan's long locks of hair are no more! Yesterday we went to have it cut, not trimmed, CUT! We've been talking about it for a long time and we finally did it! Because she has so much hair, it's fine, and it's naturally curly it just leads to screaming matches when it comes to getting ready to go anywhere. In fact, that's where "Tied Together in Knotts" came from, ha ha......not really. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She wanted to do Locks of Love but the minimum was 10" and we could only spare about 7 or 8 inches. Well, here's the before and after for ya! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qXGQP4h4I/AAAAAAAAAYA/B7hOiiSiV4w/s1600-h/Before+Hair+cut+-+front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177616855312402306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qXGQP4h4I/AAAAAAAAAYA/B7hOiiSiV4w/s320/Before+Hair+cut+-+front.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It reminds me of mine when Joel and I met and married.  That's probably why he didn't want her to cut it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qWnAP4hzI/AAAAAAAAAXY/cQSHK35zmKc/s1600-h/Before+Hair+cut+-+back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177616318441490226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qWnAP4hzI/AAAAAAAAAXY/cQSHK35zmKc/s320/Before+Hair+cut+-+back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here goes the first snip! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qWnwP4h0I/AAAAAAAAAXg/qp2gUB6Q4_I/s1600-h/The+CUT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177616331326392130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qWnwP4h0I/AAAAAAAAAXg/qp2gUB6Q4_I/s320/The+CUT.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was just the initial chunk they took off, it still looks long here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We took this home and gave it to Daddy as a keepsake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qWoQP4h1I/AAAAAAAAAXo/Fl0PtYZgmrM/s1600-h/Look+Mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177616339916326738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qWoQP4h1I/AAAAAAAAAXo/Fl0PtYZgmrM/s320/Look+Mom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Voila! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qWpAP4h2I/AAAAAAAAAXw/nMK0-xx_a48/s1600-h/After+Hair+cut+-+Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177616352801228642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qWpAP4h2I/AAAAAAAAAXw/nMK0-xx_a48/s320/After+Hair+cut+-+Front.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Raegan loves this new do and told me on the way home last night that she felt like a new woman!  If only a hair cut could do that for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qWqAP4h3I/AAAAAAAAAX4/JPPvQP66k-s/s1600-h/After+Hair+cut+-+Back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177616369981097842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qWqAP4h3I/AAAAAAAAAX4/JPPvQP66k-s/s320/After+Hair+cut+-+Back.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By the way, I've also had my hair chopped....again.  No pictures of me yet though.  I'll add them later.  We are ready for spring!&lt;/div&gt;Leah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-4061636640147868132?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4061636640147868132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=4061636640147868132' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/4061636640147868132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/4061636640147868132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-do.html' title='New Do'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qXGQP4h4I/AAAAAAAAAYA/B7hOiiSiV4w/s72-c/Before+Hair+cut+-+front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-2014521153069836105</id><published>2008-03-14T10:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T11:09:30.194-04:00</updated><title type='text'>February 23rd</title><content type='html'>I've had friendly reminders from some people (you know who you are) that they are waiting for some more blog entries. Well, I guess I am a bit behind but I DID say that I'm spending time getting my sanity back!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, 2 days before Grandma passed away we had an eventful day at our house (since then I've been too preoccupied to post the pictures.) Raegan finished out her first season of Basketball Fundamentals &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; we held her 7th birthday party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basketball Fundamentals Youth League&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qQrAP4hyI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/mVHDE2ufNaA/s1600-h/Raegan%27s+Team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177609790091200290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qQrAP4hyI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/mVHDE2ufNaA/s320/Raegan%27s+Team.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So it was up early and to basketball by 8 a.m. Raegan has really enjoyed playing basketball - her team was the Pistons. She loved having Daddy as a Coach, that will probably change one day! But they both had fun working on fundamentals at home together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qQNgP4htI/AAAAAAAAAWo/tc1OtS4dVzc/s1600-h/Coach+Daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177609283285059282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qQNgP4htI/AAAAAAAAAWo/tc1OtS4dVzc/s320/Coach+Daddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Each of the kids received a T-shirt and certificate of achievement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qQOAP4huI/AAAAAAAAAWw/0gq_3FKvVrY/s1600-h/BBall+Certificate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177609291874993890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qQOAP4huI/AAAAAAAAAWw/0gq_3FKvVrY/s320/BBall+Certificate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Team Huddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qQOQP4hvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/MZoDNHMaQc8/s1600-h/Team+Huddle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177609296169961202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qQOQP4hvI/AAAAAAAAAW4/MZoDNHMaQc8/s320/Team+Huddle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Raegan and her friend Kayla. They also do gymnastics together &amp;amp; are in the same 1st grade class.  Look at Raegan's hair - yep, we found basketball hair accessories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qQOgP4hwI/AAAAAAAAAXA/1i7Bafq48B0/s1600-h/Kayla+%26+Raegan+B-ball+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177609300464928514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qQOgP4hwI/AAAAAAAAAXA/1i7Bafq48B0/s320/Kayla+%26+Raegan+B-ball+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Showing off their certificates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qQPQP4hxI/AAAAAAAAAXI/wJEnb8HGEFo/s1600-h/Daddy+%26+Raegan+BBall+Cert..jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177609313349830418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qQPQP4hxI/AAAAAAAAAXI/wJEnb8HGEFo/s320/Daddy+%26+Raegan+BBall+Cert..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was off to the birthday party!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We held Raegan's birthday party at a local ice cream shop called B'loos. It is a really cool place with great food! It is decorated inside like a lodge, with a fireplace, flat screen tv and a tree made with real bark! Their ice cream is delicious - Raegan LOVES to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qPEQP4hoI/AAAAAAAAAWA/KIdVAEJTS7o/s1600-h/Raegan+B-day+sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177608024859641474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qPEQP4hoI/AAAAAAAAAWA/KIdVAEJTS7o/s320/Raegan+B-day+sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her theme was Hannah Montana - what else do girls these days like?! Joel's mom always makes the cake no matter what the theme. This year she "took the cake" with this Hannah Montana guitar! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qPEgP4hpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/8nHnWHox79A/s1600-h/Bday+Cake+-+Hannah+Montana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177608029154608786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qPEgP4hpI/AAAAAAAAAWI/8nHnWHox79A/s320/Bday+Cake+-+Hannah+Montana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids got to play the Limbo and sing Kareoke.  Great entertainment for us adults!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qPEwP4hqI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/SXLilKXQRrk/s1600-h/Limbo!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177608033449576098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qPEwP4hqI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/SXLilKXQRrk/s320/Limbo!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doing the Hokie Pokie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qPFAP4hrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/yBGLISg37aQ/s1600-h/Hokie+Pokie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177608037744543410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qPFAP4hrI/AAAAAAAAAWY/yBGLISg37aQ/s320/Hokie+Pokie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blowing out the candles on the ice cream cake.  Yes, we had 2 cakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qPFgP4hsI/AAAAAAAAAWg/wtCQoCTTaTw/s1600-h/Blowing+out+the+candles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177608046334478018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qPFgP4hsI/AAAAAAAAAWg/wtCQoCTTaTw/s320/Blowing+out+the+candles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia, Raegan, Marysol, and Jansen.  Raegan looks like she's had too much cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qN6AP4hjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/BHSwQC8h10o/s1600-h/Raegan+and+friends+Bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177606749254354482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qN6AP4hjI/AAAAAAAAAVY/BHSwQC8h10o/s320/Raegan+and+friends+Bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isaiah wasn't in the other picture and he's too darn cute to leave out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qN6wP4hkI/AAAAAAAAAVg/N4oNTzg_T_k/s1600-h/Isaiah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177606762139256386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qN6wP4hkI/AAAAAAAAAVg/N4oNTzg_T_k/s320/Isaiah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Hannah Montana shoes, Mom!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qN7QP4hlI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8jizarSzwfY/s1600-h/Hannah+Montana+shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177606770729190994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qN7QP4hlI/AAAAAAAAAVo/8jizarSzwfY/s320/Hannah+Montana+shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grammy &amp;amp; Pap with Raegan at the tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qN7wP4hmI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Dagmfv5Yhq8/s1600-h/Grammy+%26+Pap+-+Bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177606779319125602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qN7wP4hmI/AAAAAAAAAVw/Dagmfv5Yhq8/s320/Grammy+%26+Pap+-+Bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Raegan and Olivia - both 7!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qN8QP4hnI/AAAAAAAAAV4/YI_02Pw5EVM/s1600-h/Raegan+%26+Olivia+Bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177606787909060210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qN8QP4hnI/AAAAAAAAAV4/YI_02Pw5EVM/s320/Raegan+%26+Olivia+Bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the party we went to visit Grandma Charlotte.  Raegan took her big bunch of balloons from the party to brighten Grandma's hospital room.  We had a great visit, Mother and Daddy were there for a bit too.  Grandma looked great, talked alot and joked around with Raegan.  She loved hearing all about the party and the gifts.  Raegan fed Grandma ice cubes with a spoon, not because she couldn't do it herself but because Grandma knew that Raegan loved to "take care" of her.  Each time we would visit Grandma, Raegan would be sure to feed her ice cubes, get her tissues, arrange her side table, anything to pamper Grandma.  It was such a great afternoon together, I'm so glad Raegan had that time with her before she passed away on Monday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What a day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Leah&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/241722556169659301-2014521153069836105?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2014521153069836105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=2014521153069836105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/2014521153069836105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/2014521153069836105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/february-23rd.html' title='February 23rd'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R9qQrAP4hyI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/mVHDE2ufNaA/s72-c/Raegan%27s+Team.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-3268011646373827957</id><published>2008-03-14T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T10:13:52.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Devotional</title><content type='html'>An email devotional that I receive daily ("Girlfriends in God" through Crosswalk.com) was ironically similar to what I had been writing about in my last posting.  Thought I'd share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's Truth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things." Luke 10:41&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friend to Friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never heard any woman exclaim, "I am soooo Mary!" Indeed, we live in a world with our Martha sisters, "whipping up our meals for Jesus", serving Him in the church, running around for Him in the community, and knocking ourselves out for Him at home!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me rush to say that Martha was loved and affirmed by our Lord. And she was passionate in her love for Him. She served Him with a heart of devotion and in keeping with the role of the Jewish woman of her day. Yet, we see in the scriptures that she was overly occupied and too busy and distracted with much serving. (Luke 10:40 Amplified)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice becomes ours -- to live our lives mostly like Martha, or mostly like Mary. I am beginning to understand the truth that Mary-Living, is the greater of the two. Each one of these lifestyles can get out of balance, but I am learning to put more energy into being like Mary, than doing like Martha. Jesus said that Mary had chosen that which was to her advantage. (Luke 10:42) He is saying the same thing to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cindi, it's to your advantage that you spend time with me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, your time with your Heavenly Father each day, is not for your punishment, but for your blessing. As you quiet yourself before the Lord, you'll come to see stressful daily living in a new light. As you consistently come before Him each day in worship, scripture study, and prayerful meditation, your mundane, maxed-out lifestyle will be refocused, redirected, and refreshed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, your Creator-Designer who knows His plans and purposes for your life invites you to spend time with Him, capturing His thoughts and sharing His heart. When you do, He'll pour out His love to you in extravagant kinds of ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there are times when we need to be Martha and times we need to be Mary. Being Mary will give you joy for those times you must be Martha. That's the proper order of loving . . . and living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-3268011646373827957?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3268011646373827957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=3268011646373827957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/3268011646373827957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/3268011646373827957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/devotional.html' title='Devotional'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-7323290901463943906</id><published>2008-03-05T20:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T20:54:46.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Current Perspective</title><content type='html'>Today is yet another anniversary – 5 months since Aaron went to be with the Lord.  It was strange to not have him there for Grandma’s funeral.  There had been many times in the past when her health would decline and we would mention her possible death and whether Aaron would be able to make it home for it.  I wish he could have been there.&lt;br /&gt;There has been so much death in our lives in the past 5 months that I’ve found it easy to slip into small boughts of depression.  I’m drained – emotionally and physically.  I’m sad yet I find joy, I feel separated from my departed loved ones and at the same time I feel my family stronger than ever around me.  I’m exhausted but strength comes to meet each day and new task.  I’ve lost track of what was “normal” and yet I’m redefining what my new normal needs to be. &lt;br /&gt;My dad always says that adversity builds character.  (If that’s the case, we have a family of real characters right now!)  Honestly, though, I believe it only builds character if we are willing to accept it, learn from it and then apply what we’ve learned. &lt;br /&gt;I’m looking at my life through new eyes.  Eyes that see things much simpler.  My new motto each day is “how can I make my life and my family’s life simpler to handle?”  We tend to say yes to every opportunity, request and invitation that we lose track of our balanced way of life.  Our schedule, family, relationships and sanity suffer because of it!  This must stop – at least at this house.  I need to be home, I need to be with my family and I need to weed through the many obligations in my life that deplete my energy and strength.  I must have the fortitude to face the next event in our lives with an open mind and heart knowing the Lord will once again see me through.  &lt;br /&gt;Resting in His grace - trusting in His Word,&lt;br /&gt;Leah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-7323290901463943906?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7323290901463943906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=7323290901463943906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/7323290901463943906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/7323290901463943906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-current-perspective.html' title='My Current Perspective'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-1311816678517987115</id><published>2008-03-05T15:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T15:59:47.371-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, March 3, 2008 – Grandma’s Burial</title><content type='html'>We held a very private burial service at Hillcrest Memorial Park on Monday morning.  It was absolutely gorgeous.  The temperature actually got to the upper 60’s, the warm sun and the birds singing made it feel like spring had actually arrived.  What a blessing to have such perfect weather to enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;The view from the top of the cemetary, where Grandma and Pap are buried.  This looks out toward Interstate 68 going east towards Rocky Gap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R88CErEtAPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7uZftcw5H2g/s1600-h/Grandma%27s+view+-+best.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174356776177172722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R88CErEtAPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7uZftcw5H2g/s320/Grandma%27s+view+-+best.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R88CFbEtAQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/9YmGTf8Ho8w/s1600-h/Grave+site.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174356789062074626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R88CFbEtAQI/AAAAAAAAAVA/9YmGTf8Ho8w/s320/Grave+site.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Pastor Hollis shared some brief  thoughts with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R88CFrEtARI/AAAAAAAAAVI/bMcCyhrg0Q0/s1600-h/john+hollis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174356793357041938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R88CFrEtARI/AAAAAAAAAVI/bMcCyhrg0Q0/s320/john+hollis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all sang Amazing Grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R88CGLEtASI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/SGiuOFDjhew/s1600-h/Amazing+grace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174356801946976546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R88CGLEtASI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/SGiuOFDjhew/s320/Amazing+grace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy placed Grandma’s urn in the ground carefully.  He was the one to always help her in and out of the car, the house, wherever and he was the one to gently lay her to rest.  She jokingly called him her “favorite son”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R88AO7EtAKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/GIUZsEE9rs8/s1600-h/flowers+daisies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174354753247576226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R88AO7EtAKI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/GIUZsEE9rs8/s320/flowers+daisies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R88APbEtALI/AAAAAAAAAUY/mUr9Tx7HWys/s1600-h/flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174354761837510834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R88APbEtALI/AAAAAAAAAUY/mUr9Tx7HWys/s320/flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Judy and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R88AP7EtAMI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Kl9KNMPUbS8/s1600-h/Judy+and+Daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174354770427445442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R88AP7EtAMI/AAAAAAAAAUg/Kl9KNMPUbS8/s320/Judy+and+Daddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We left the cemetary and had lunch together at Puccini's.&lt;br /&gt;We had our own private room where we could enjoy swapping lots of memories and stories.  Somehow we got divided my age.  This is the "young people table".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R88AQbEtANI/AAAAAAAAAUo/x-Ync462fRM/s1600-h/eating+-+young.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174354779017380050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R88AQbEtANI/AAAAAAAAAUo/x-Ync462fRM/s320/eating+-+young.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and this is the "old people table" - don't know why Amy is sitting with them.  Probably because they wanted the baby!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R88AQrEtAOI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ae_bj09qRgg/s1600-h/eating+-+older.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174354783312347362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R88AQrEtAOI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ae_bj09qRgg/s320/eating+-+older.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/241722556169659301-1311816678517987115?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1311816678517987115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=1311816678517987115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/1311816678517987115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/1311816678517987115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/monday-march-3-2008-grandmas-burial.html' title='Monday, March 3, 2008 – Grandma’s Burial'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R88CErEtAPI/AAAAAAAAAU4/7uZftcw5H2g/s72-c/Grandma%27s+view+-+best.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-5717063391813291824</id><published>2008-03-05T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T12:47:49.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday, March 2, 2008 - Grandma's Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma’s memorial service was held at 2 pm at Bedford Valley Bible Church – where she was a member.  This is the church that I grew up in (my mom and dad still attend) and I consider my home church.  There had been a pancake and sausage breakfast already planned for the day and since that is something Grandma would have LOVED to attend, they carried on with it.  Everyone stayed after church, enjoyed a big brunch, then reconvened for the service to begin.  A bit different since Grandma desired to be cremated.  We had no viewing, no long hours of visitation it was still very emotional for us, of course, but very sweet and personal as well.  Amy even sang!  I couldn’t believe how well she held it together – wow.   Mother had put together a CD of photos from Grandma’s life, that was great for everyone to see her in every stage of her life -- little girl, newly-wed, mother and grandmother.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This portrait was taken in late 198o's of pap and grandma (sorry for the picture of picture)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87XQrEtAGI/AAAAAAAAATw/m993s6y5bOc/s1600-h/Pap+%26+Grandma%27s+portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174309703335608418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87XQrEtAGI/AAAAAAAAATw/m993s6y5bOc/s320/Pap+%26+Grandma%27s+portrait.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The flowers were beautiful.  Mother and Judy ordered these for around the urn and they were exactly what Grandma would have wanted, classy, clean and with sticks!!  She always thought sticks finished off an arrangement!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87XRbEtAHI/AAAAAAAAAT4/DtVF233lEqA/s1600-h/Urn+at+church.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174309716220510322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87XRbEtAHI/AAAAAAAAAT4/DtVF233lEqA/s320/Urn+at+church.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had 8 roses representing each of her grandchildren.  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87XR7EtAII/AAAAAAAAAUA/o22D8Lzix4k/s1600-h/Flowers+from+Grandchildren.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174309724810444930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87XR7EtAII/AAAAAAAAAUA/o22D8Lzix4k/s320/Flowers+from+Grandchildren.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Each of us took one and then one was left in honor of Aaron.  (If you want this rose, Christina, I will send it to you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87XSbEtAJI/AAAAAAAAAUI/5utlZK2sQe0/s1600-h/Aaron%27s+Rose+at+Gma%27s+funeral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174309733400379538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87XSbEtAJI/AAAAAAAAAUI/5utlZK2sQe0/s320/Aaron%27s+Rose+at+Gma%27s+funeral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then the arrangement from the great-grandchildren (18 of them) was full of spring flowers and butterflies.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87VVbEtAAI/AAAAAAAAATA/keWqs-WUt-o/s1600-h/Flowers+from+Great+Grandkids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174307585916731394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87VVbEtAAI/AAAAAAAAATA/keWqs-WUt-o/s320/Flowers+from+Great+Grandkids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sisters!  Linda &amp;amp; Judy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87VWLEtABI/AAAAAAAAATI/lXsDojKqIK0/s1600-h/Mother+%26+Judy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174307598801633298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87VWLEtABI/AAAAAAAAATI/lXsDojKqIK0/s320/Mother+%26+Judy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma's younger brother Tex from Ohio and sister June (a twin)&lt;br /&gt;from Cumberland, Md.  There were 9 children in their family - 4 still living.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87VW7EtACI/AAAAAAAAATQ/paaxGi4HYTs/s1600-h/Tex+and+June.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174307611686535202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87VW7EtACI/AAAAAAAAATQ/paaxGi4HYTs/s320/Tex+and+June.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Judy's girls - Sara, Shannon &amp;amp; Colleen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cara was not able to make it in from Florida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87VXrEtADI/AAAAAAAAATY/RsEAWGV8FKU/s1600-h/Robinson+Girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174307624571437106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87VXrEtADI/AAAAAAAAATY/RsEAWGV8FKU/s320/Robinson+Girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amy with Rebekah (2 wks) and Clarissa (our cousin's wife) with Lauren who is about 9 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87VX7EtAEI/AAAAAAAAATg/9kBelBGZwWY/s1600-h/Amy+%26+Clarissa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174307628866404418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87VX7EtAEI/AAAAAAAAATg/9kBelBGZwWY/s320/Amy+%26+Clarissa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rebekah is absolutely gorgeous!  I've been anxious to get pictures up on my blog for everyone to see her.  So here she is - her debut on Aunt Leah's blog!   Those lips are so kissable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87T07Es_7I/AAAAAAAAASY/Syza0z-rHFc/s1600-h/Rebekah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174305928059355058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87T07Es_7I/AAAAAAAAASY/Syza0z-rHFc/s320/Rebekah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chris, our cousin's husband, holding Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87T1LEs_8I/AAAAAAAAASg/NpW8xAatM5M/s1600-h/Chris+%26+Rachel.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174305932354322370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87T1LEs_8I/AAAAAAAAASg/NpW8xAatM5M/s320/Chris+%26+Rachel.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt Jo, Aunt Eileen, me and Chris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87T1rEs_9I/AAAAAAAAASo/hkdC6UvN67I/s1600-h/Jo,+Eileen,+Leah+%26+Chris.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174305940944256978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87T1rEs_9I/AAAAAAAAASo/hkdC6UvN67I/s320/Jo,+Eileen,+Leah+%26+Chris.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the service and some visiting we headed back to mother and daddy’s for food and fellowship as a family. There was lots of laughing, kids running around, a screaming baby and a Nascar race on the t.v. - Grandma would have thought this was glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87T2LEs_-I/AAAAAAAAASw/vROIGzVA6j0/s1600-h/Carole+%26+Mother.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174305949534191586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87T2LEs_-I/AAAAAAAAASw/vROIGzVA6j0/s320/Carole+%26+Mother.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Carole and Mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87T2bEs__I/AAAAAAAAAS4/vvDxlq8QXi0/s1600-h/Adam,+Steve,+Daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174305953829158898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87T2bEs__I/AAAAAAAAAS4/vvDxlq8QXi0/s320/Adam,+Steve,+Daddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adam, Steve and Daddy solving the world's problems - or trucking who knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87SfLEs_2I/AAAAAAAAARw/QXzRMsl9o2g/s1600-h/Jess+%26+Olivia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174304454885572450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87SfLEs_2I/AAAAAAAAARw/QXzRMsl9o2g/s320/Jess+%26+Olivia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jess got a big smooch from Olivia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87SgLEs_3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/7tdd6UVOchk/s1600-h/Sarah+%26+Shannon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174304472065441650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87SgLEs_3I/AAAAAAAAAR4/7tdd6UVOchk/s320/Sarah+%26+Shannon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sarah &amp;amp; Shannon (can ya tell their sisters?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87Sg7Es_4I/AAAAAAAAASA/HQOkVJqV_gk/s1600-h/Joel+and+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174304484950343554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87Sg7Es_4I/AAAAAAAAASA/HQOkVJqV_gk/s320/Joel+and+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joel with all the little girls. The one on the far right is Cassidy (Shannon's youngest)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87Sh7Es_5I/AAAAAAAAASI/R0o9csJnCI0/s1600-h/Judy+%26+Rebekah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174304502130212754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87Sh7Es_5I/AAAAAAAAASI/R0o9csJnCI0/s320/Judy+%26+Rebekah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Aunt Judy trying to wake Rebekah to nurse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87Si7Es_6I/AAAAAAAAASQ/dA-h1tYMcHI/s1600-h/Making+over+the+baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174304519310081954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87Si7Es_6I/AAAAAAAAASQ/dA-h1tYMcHI/s320/Making+over+the+baby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of the kids fought over Rebekah - well, we adults did some fighting too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The long day was over, we would lay Grandma to rest Monday morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Leah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/241722556169659301-5717063391813291824?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5717063391813291824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=5717063391813291824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/5717063391813291824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/5717063391813291824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/03/sunday-march-2-2008-grandmas-service.html' title='Sunday, March 2, 2008 - Grandma&apos;s Service'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R87XQrEtAGI/AAAAAAAAATw/m993s6y5bOc/s72-c/Pap+%26+Grandma%27s+portrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-4975716740151457486</id><published>2008-02-27T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T23:05:13.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss you Grandma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R8Yo951Y8mI/AAAAAAAAARo/GGP3YYZ92h8/s1600-h/Gma+Charlotte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171866266043478626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R8Yo951Y8mI/AAAAAAAAARo/GGP3YYZ92h8/s320/Gma+Charlotte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You always had a way of brightening our day and laughing everything off. You were always ready with advice (sometimes more than we wanted) but you had so much wisdom to impart and you were sure you could fix all our problems. From raising babies to dealing with our spouses to taking care of what ailed us you were never short on a cure.  The memories keep coming as we reflect on the years gone by and the precious time we shared with you. &lt;br /&gt;We spent oh so many Friday nights at your house, staying up, watching old movies, cartoons in the morning and a big breakfast cooked by Pap!  You would beg for all 4 of us kids to stay at once but Mother &amp;amp; Daddy insisted we were too much to handle.  Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;You and Pap loved to camp and fish and would take Aaron &amp;amp; Adam along, they loved riding in Pap's jeep.  Your front porch was the hang out on July 4th as we watched the Constitution Park's fireworks! Your house was a motel at times and you heard love stories and heart breaks from all 8 of your grandchildren.  (I think Adam may have had the most.)  You embraced our spouses as if they were your own and subjected them to the same lectures you gave us.  You were in awe when you witnessed the birth of one of your great grandbabies and you saw all 18 of them before you passed away...even little Rebekah.  You adored each and every one of them and they know it.&lt;br /&gt;You taught us to eat junk food when we were sad or upset - gotta love a grandma like that!&lt;br /&gt;You showed us that you never go out without lipstick and earrings. (bra, maybe!)&lt;br /&gt;You showed us how hard a woman really can work. &lt;br /&gt;You showed us how a wife cares for her ailing husband. &lt;br /&gt;You showed us how to stay positive and keep fighting.&lt;br /&gt;You showed us how to enjoy a cool evening under the stars.&lt;br /&gt;And you showed us there is still such grace and beauty in old age. &lt;br /&gt;Most importantly you made a decision to accept Jesus Christ as your Saviour and we WILL see you again! &lt;br /&gt;Your baby Grandaughter,&lt;br /&gt;Leah Carol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-4975716740151457486?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4975716740151457486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=4975716740151457486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/4975716740151457486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/4975716740151457486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/miss-you-grandma.html' title='Miss you Grandma'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R8Yo951Y8mI/AAAAAAAAARo/GGP3YYZ92h8/s72-c/Gma+Charlotte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-4601462654789386948</id><published>2008-02-27T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:21:04.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Grandma's (Charlotte Maxine Sullivan) obituary is up on the funeral home's website, however the memorial service time is incorrect - it will be at 2 pm at Bedford Valley Bible Church, not 3 pm as stated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://expressionstributes.com/modules/obit_module_lite.php?id=5794&amp;amp;ck=1204168422"&gt;www.adamsfamilyfuneralhome.com/ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-4601462654789386948?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4601462654789386948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=4601462654789386948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/4601462654789386948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/4601462654789386948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/grandmas-charlotte-maxine-sullivan.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-2565321327367920088</id><published>2008-02-26T12:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T13:06:38.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma is "home"</title><content type='html'>It is with much sadness and yet spiritual celebration that I share that &lt;strong&gt;Grandma Charlotte went to be with her Lord and Savior yesterday afternoon.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We were prepared to take her home  from the hospital - the discharge papers were ready.  She had received dialysis, the doctor said her heart beat and other vitals were excellent but she collapsed with heart failure.  We are never prepared to lose someone, even our 86 year old grandmother.  Mother and I both commented as we stood there saying "goodbye" that our pain is selfish, she is rejoicing with Aaron in heaven and no longer battling the misery of earthly life.  I had talked to Christina earlier in the day and told her that Grandma was going home from the hospital that day, I had no idea that she really was going HOME.&lt;br /&gt;At Grandma's request, she is being cremated.  There will be a Memorial Service this Sunday, March 2 at Bedford Valley Bible Church at 2 p.m. The burial will be Monday, the time has not been decided.  I will keep you posted and include her obituary later.&lt;br /&gt;Mother has now lost her son and mother within a 5 month period and is still relying on the Lord and His words in scripture to comfort, strengthen and sustain her.  What great promise we have in knowing (really knowing) that the shed blood on the cross was for us that we would have eternal life when this life comes to pass.  This brings us hope in sorrow. &lt;br /&gt;Leah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-2565321327367920088?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2565321327367920088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=2565321327367920088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/2565321327367920088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/2565321327367920088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/grandma-is-home.html' title='Grandma is &quot;home&quot;'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-2288621096148759392</id><published>2008-02-22T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T20:27:08.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave Summerfield</title><content type='html'>At 6:14 pm the wreckage of Dave's plane was discovered.  There are no survivors. &lt;br /&gt;Please pray for their families as they deal with the reality of this terrible tragedy.  My heart aches - those feelings are still so real.  Our church family has lost a great man and so has our community.  We are comforted knowing that this man of God is with His Lord and Savior. &lt;br /&gt;2 Corinthians 5:6 says "Therefore we are always confident and know that as long as we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord."  Last night, our brother in the Lord, Dave exchanged His earthly tent for his heavenly body and he is rejoicing in the presence of God.  I wonder if he and Aaron have met up!  I can only imagine! &lt;br /&gt;Heaven looks better every day!&lt;br /&gt;Leah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-2288621096148759392?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2288621096148759392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=2288621096148759392' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/2288621096148759392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/2288621096148759392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/dave-summerfield.html' title='Dave Summerfield'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-5587633240404650998</id><published>2008-02-22T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T15:19:20.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No News</title><content type='html'>Local news coverage of Dave's downed plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.times-news.com/breakingnews/local_story_053085308.html"&gt;http://www.times-news.com/breakingnews/local_story_053085308.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-5587633240404650998?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5587633240404650998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=5587633240404650998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/5587633240404650998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/5587633240404650998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-news.html' title='No News'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-2667206129905823158</id><published>2008-02-22T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T12:51:47.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>URGENT!  Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>I got a call early this morning from my pastor regarding a dear friend in our church and fellow Board Member, Dave Summerfield.  He is an Air Force veteran, a flight instructor, and a private pilot for local businessmen and women.  It seems that last night he was returning to our local airport and just 10 minutes from landing was lost on the radar.  A snow/ice storm hit our area a little earlier than we expected and we are assuming that that has something to do with his plane going down.  Helicopters attempted to search for him last night but were downed by the weather.  Fire &amp;amp; Rescue saw no evidence of him landing and skidding off the runway.  It is such a shocking and devastating event!  It is so difficult to believe that (with the current technology) his plane cannot be located in this area.  There was another gentleman with him as well, a local businessman. &lt;br /&gt;Please pray for their families and the entire situation.  We know that the Lord is in control, We trust Him knowing that His plan has higher purposes than ours. &lt;br /&gt;With a heavy heart and mind,&lt;br /&gt;Leah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-2667206129905823158?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2667206129905823158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=2667206129905823158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/2667206129905823158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/2667206129905823158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/urgent-prayer-request.html' title='URGENT!  Prayer Request'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-4785617199060356732</id><published>2008-02-22T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T12:37:17.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>February  21st - My baby is 7!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Raegan turned 7 today and I find it hard to believe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that seven years could have blown by that fast! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R78DzJ1Y8lI/AAAAAAAAARg/XBqpUDJsLn0/s1600-h/b-day+princess+hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169855074592682578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R78DzJ1Y8lI/AAAAAAAAARg/XBqpUDJsLn0/s320/b-day+princess+hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She kept this hat from another birthday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and she ran to find it this morning to put it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R78DU51Y8gI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/PNlrRjugAVs/s1600-h/b-day+princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169854554901639682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R78DU51Y8gI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/PNlrRjugAVs/s320/b-day+princess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids were off school AGAIN and so it changed plans for a school birthday party. She was disappointed so I made last minute plans to make the day special. We made a Red Velvet cake in the morning and then the neighbor girl came over to play.  After we made the cake the left-over batter was just too tempting for Raegan to resist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R78DVZ1Y8hI/AAAAAAAAARA/uQzYxd5Of4U/s1600-h/licking+the+cake+batter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169854563491574290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R78DVZ1Y8hI/AAAAAAAAARA/uQzYxd5Of4U/s320/licking+the+cake+batter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they played, I fixed lunch and surprised them with a "little party" of their own. It was fun, and the girls kept saying how cool it was. Wow!  I pulled out some left over birthday decorations from years past and threw them together.  The girls felt like I had planned a big party for them.  I didn't even have enough icing in the house to finish the cake.  Look at that!  My friend Kim (Martha Stewart) will be appalled!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R78DV51Y8iI/AAAAAAAAARI/kLQqGqKHYrM/s1600-h/little+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169854572081508898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R78DV51Y8iI/AAAAAAAAARI/kLQqGqKHYrM/s320/little+party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Making a wish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R78DWp1Y8jI/AAAAAAAAARQ/PJ-O1Pc4Vvg/s1600-h/Blow+Hard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169854584966410802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R78DWp1Y8jI/AAAAAAAAARQ/PJ-O1Pc4Vvg/s320/Blow+Hard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chowing down - both of the girls had 2 pieces of cake.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's her birthday, of course I said yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R78DW51Y8kI/AAAAAAAAARY/Dght1meyx54/s1600-h/Eating+the+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169854589261378114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R78DW51Y8kI/AAAAAAAAARY/Dght1meyx54/s320/Eating+the+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I count it a blessing to have experienced the heartaches and &lt;div&gt;joys of motherhood.  This little girl was a miracle.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were told we wouldn't be able to conceive without medical help.  We did!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through very early labor, bedrest, and a violent, difficult delivery.  We did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through 3 years of NO sleep (honestly).  We did!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is a sheer joy and I am honored that God has given me the chance &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to raise a young girl to know and love Him.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy Birthday, Raegan Nicole!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We'll party on Saturday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/241722556169659301-4785617199060356732?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4785617199060356732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=4785617199060356732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/4785617199060356732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/4785617199060356732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/february-21st-my-baby-is-7.html' title='February  21st - My baby is 7!'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R78DzJ1Y8lI/AAAAAAAAARg/XBqpUDJsLn0/s72-c/b-day+princess+hat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-4506653439569581881</id><published>2008-02-18T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T17:38:32.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Belated Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Last week is a total blur for Joel and I - both of us were fighting the flu and respitory infections. Raegan only had school one day because of the weather &amp;amp; other pre-scheduled no school days so we played tagteam parenting and made it through somehow! We are just now getting our strength back.&lt;br /&gt;The only day Raegan had school was Valentine's Day and since I'm room-mom, well.....I had to throw a party.   Wasn't feeling like it but I did it and the kids are always so much fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Raegan and her friend Abby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R7oGT51Y8bI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/n26GIpdLvro/s1600-h/Raegan+%26+Abby+Vday+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168450461373100466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R7oGT51Y8bI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/n26GIpdLvro/s320/Raegan+%26+Abby+Vday+party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The craft each of the kids made. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R7oGUJ1Y8cI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Ko-ve9xJi6s/s1600-h/Vday+party+craft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168450465668067778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R7oGUJ1Y8cI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Ko-ve9xJi6s/s320/Vday+party+craft.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Raegan was almost a Valentine baby!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She'll be 7 on Thursday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R7oGUp1Y8dI/AAAAAAAAAQg/kydd0F1U9yo/s1600-h/Raegan+%26+Leah+Vday+party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168450474258002386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R7oGUp1Y8dI/AAAAAAAAAQg/kydd0F1U9yo/s320/Raegan+%26+Leah+Vday+party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joel and I did manage to celebrate Valentine's (barely).  We had already made plans to have dinner with Joel's brother Shaun and his girlfriend, LeeAnn so we forced ourselves to get showers, dress and meet them at Guiseppe's.  We had a great meal and, as always, very interesting conversations.  We like her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R7oGU51Y8eI/AAAAAAAAAQo/HLctSqdhP5o/s1600-h/Shaun+%26+LeeAnn+V-day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168450478552969698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R7oGU51Y8eI/AAAAAAAAAQo/HLctSqdhP5o/s320/Shaun+%26+LeeAnn+V-day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love is in the air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R7oGVZ1Y8fI/AAAAAAAAAQw/euDF7nkOT4s/s1600-h/Joel+%26+Leah+-+Vday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168450487142904306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R7oGVZ1Y8fI/AAAAAAAAAQw/euDF7nkOT4s/s320/Joel+%26+Leah+-+Vday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We've commented that we missed each other - we've been sleeping in seperate rooms trying to get rest.  Luckily, we can celebrate Valentine's anyday!  Maybe I'll get flowers next week.  Ha Ha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/241722556169659301-4506653439569581881?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4506653439569581881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=4506653439569581881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/4506653439569581881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/4506653439569581881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/happy-belated-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Belated Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R7oGT51Y8bI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/n26GIpdLvro/s72-c/Raegan+%26+Abby+Vday+party.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-1398228413955029575</id><published>2008-02-11T16:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T16:34:10.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's Here!</title><content type='html'>I just had to change my blog to pink today in honor of our newest addition!  Rebekah Grace Howsare came into the world at 3:48 today.  She weighs 6 lbs 11 ozs and is 20 1/4" long.  Everyone is doing well!  Can't wait to post some pictures for everyone to see!  Amy and Steve are both excited to add one more to their family.  Praise the Lord for a healthy delivery!&lt;br /&gt;I'm an aunt AGAIN!!&lt;br /&gt;Leah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-1398228413955029575?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1398228413955029575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=1398228413955029575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/1398228413955029575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/1398228413955029575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/shes-here.html' title='She&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-271027439576422335</id><published>2008-02-09T13:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T13:45:30.397-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ronald Wilson Reagan</title><content type='html'>Wednesday, February 6th would have been President Ronald Reagan’s 97th birthday.  He was the epitome of conservativism – there never will be another Ronald Wilson Reagan but I do hope our nominee (whoever he may be) will seek to walk in the same honor, integrity, strength and faith that he did.  An amazing man that left an indellible mark on our nation's history.  Enjoy my video bar honoring him! &lt;br /&gt;Republican for a Reason!&lt;br /&gt;Leah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-271027439576422335?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/271027439576422335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=271027439576422335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/271027439576422335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/271027439576422335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/ronald-wilson-reagan.html' title='Ronald Wilson Reagan'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-653341357908131827</id><published>2008-02-09T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T13:39:58.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>West Virginia Republican</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, February 5th was yet another anniversary of Aaron’s departure from this earth. Four months have gone by without our dear sweet Aaron. Tuesday was also what our nation calls “Super Tuesday” and I was honored to attend the WV Repbulican Caucus in our state capital Charleston. As an alternate delegate for someone who could not attend due to a death in their family, I cast my vote for the Republican Presidential Nominee. What an amazing opportunity! To be in the Charleston Civic Center with 2,000+ other Republicans was awesome. I smiled to myself, knowing that Aaron would have been so “stoked” to be in a group like that, not to mention the Governor from his state was there! His excitement would have been clearly evident – no need to describe that.&lt;br /&gt;We left Monday afternooon - it is a 4 hour drive to Charleston. We arrived in time for the McCain reception. It was okay, didn't like the recruiting tactics and the schmoozy people. Had dinner at the Outback - in the mall across from our hotel. The mall was an added bonus to the trip! My friend Sara is the secretary for the Executive Committee of our County's Republican Party - she's responsible for this wonderful opportunity!  We met the WV Secretary of State Betty Ireland, who has made the difficult decision to not seek re-election so that she can care for her elderly mother.  She'll be back though.....there's talk of a Governor here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63x-51Y8aI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Eeiv_xR0w2c/s1600-h/With+Betty+Ireland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165050410642764194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63x-51Y8aI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Eeiv_xR0w2c/s320/With+Betty+Ireland.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sara at dinner with her official Republican Convention hat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63t2p1Y8VI/AAAAAAAAAPg/zyO9fmhQJz0/s1600-h/Sara+with+Repub.+Hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165045870862332242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63t2p1Y8VI/AAAAAAAAAPg/zyO9fmhQJz0/s320/Sara+with+Repub.+Hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just 3 of the 25 that represented Mineral County.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63t251Y8WI/AAAAAAAAAPo/LJNx6hecNFY/s1600-h/Representing+the+County.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165045875157299554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63t251Y8WI/AAAAAAAAAPo/LJNx6hecNFY/s320/Representing+the+County.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got wind that Romney would be in town in the morning and that his supporters were having a "breakfast" at 7:30. When we got up to get ready, Romney was already on TV being interviewed IN CHARLESTON! I didn't even finish my hair, ran out the door and over to the civic center. I managed to squeeze myself in a room of 150 people (I think it was 150 degrees in there too!!) to meet him. I, myself, was not a staunch Romney supporter but I have a few family members that were. hmmmm So I ended up right in front of him - obviously, look at the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63t3Z1Y8XI/AAAAAAAAAPw/FyOfkyv34i8/s1600-h/Mitt+Romney+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165045883747234162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63t3Z1Y8XI/AAAAAAAAAPw/FyOfkyv34i8/s320/Mitt+Romney+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He took some extemporaneous questions - and I did actually like his answers.  Seems that is null and void at this point though.   Anyways, I met him and shook his hand. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63t3p1Y8YI/AAAAAAAAAP4/LHMEFfc419o/s1600-h/Mitt+Romney+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165045888042201474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63t3p1Y8YI/AAAAAAAAAP4/LHMEFfc419o/s320/Mitt+Romney+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The media was everywhere - this is the back wall (what I could get of it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63t4J1Y8ZI/AAAAAAAAAQA/KEsXIglPRyo/s1600-h/Media.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165045896632136082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63t4J1Y8ZI/AAAAAAAAAQA/KEsXIglPRyo/s320/Media.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shelley Moore-Capito addressing the Caucus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63o_Z1Y8LI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/r337OD6AaWI/s1600-h/Shelley+Moore+Capito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165040523628048562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63o_Z1Y8LI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/r337OD6AaWI/s320/Shelley+Moore+Capito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dr. Harry Boggs listening to Mitt Romney. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A former Naval aviator, he and I talked about C-130's and such!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63o_51Y8MI/AAAAAAAAAOY/OK4syIayEfw/s1600-h/Dr.+Harry+Boggs+-+Romney+speaking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165040532217983170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63o_51Y8MI/AAAAAAAAAOY/OK4syIayEfw/s320/Dr.+Harry+Boggs+-+Romney+speaking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Huckabee being introduced. Sorry for the quality of the pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I was clear in the back of the arena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63pAZ1Y8NI/AAAAAAAAAOg/5cZIIOoKZU8/s1600-h/Introducing+Huckabee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165040540807917778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63pAZ1Y8NI/AAAAAAAAAOg/5cZIIOoKZU8/s320/Introducing+Huckabee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Huckabee addressing the crowd. There were poeple sitting around me that had been Rudy and Fred Thompson supporters and came to the caucus uncommitted to any candidate. After he spoke they were moved! I heard one say "that's a man of the people!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63pBZ1Y8OI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WtSKrVXxATI/s1600-h/Huckabee+Speaking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165040557987786978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63pBZ1Y8OI/AAAAAAAAAOo/WtSKrVXxATI/s320/Huckabee+Speaking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After 2 rounds of voting - Huckabee was the winner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/241722556169659301-653341357908131827?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/653341357908131827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=653341357908131827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/653341357908131827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/653341357908131827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/west-virginia-republican.html' title='West Virginia Republican'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63x-51Y8aI/AAAAAAAAAQI/Eeiv_xR0w2c/s72-c/With+Betty+Ireland.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-4713624130614108603</id><published>2008-02-09T11:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T12:13:50.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>Irene, a friend of Amy's decided to throw a surprise baby shower last Saturday. Who knew that after four children you would still need things! haha (She got lots of pretty little outfits, a girl can never have too many of those!) The kids spent the night at Irene's house and when Amy, Steve and Jacob arrived to pick up the kids we all were there to surprise her - it worked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63cg51Y8JI/AAAAAAAAAOA/QOD_YIaAh5M/s1600-h/Surpise!++Amy+Shower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165026805502505106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63cg51Y8JI/AAAAAAAAAOA/QOD_YIaAh5M/s320/Surpise!++Amy+Shower.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63chp1Y8KI/AAAAAAAAAOI/oCfEWYwzDQ8/s1600-h/Steve+%26+Jacob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165026818387407010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63chp1Y8KI/AAAAAAAAAOI/oCfEWYwzDQ8/s320/Steve+%26+Jacob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Steve and his "mini-me" Jacob. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63b3p1Y8EI/AAAAAAAAANY/DlWI_yYesl8/s1600-h/Belly+Shot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165026096832901186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63b3p1Y8EI/AAAAAAAAANY/DlWI_yYesl8/s320/Belly+Shot.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Couldn't resist the opportunity to get a belly shot of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63b4Z1Y8FI/AAAAAAAAANg/8krHNoDJ8BA/s1600-h/Baby+Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165026109717803090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63b4Z1Y8FI/AAAAAAAAANg/8krHNoDJ8BA/s320/Baby+Cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63b5J1Y8GI/AAAAAAAAANo/0eMQFAqZriw/s1600-h/Zachary+gives+1st+piece+of+cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165026122602704994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63b5J1Y8GI/AAAAAAAAANo/0eMQFAqZriw/s320/Zachary+gives+1st+piece+of+cake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Zachary (oldest) brought his mom the first piece of cake&lt;br /&gt;and Amy planted a big kiss on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63b551Y8HI/AAAAAAAAANw/HirUohXJ9Mc/s1600-h/Mother+%26+Amy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165026135487606898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63b551Y8HI/AAAAAAAAANw/HirUohXJ9Mc/s320/Mother+%26+Amy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Right before we left we realized we hadn't taken any pictures - hurry up, look here and smile!  Oh my...none of us had lipstick on - that's a sin in our family!!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63b6p1Y8II/AAAAAAAAAN4/sNw3wRxuRu4/s1600-h/Sisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165026148372508802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63b6p1Y8II/AAAAAAAAAN4/sNw3wRxuRu4/s320/Sisters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe you are having #5, Amy!  God bless you!  I guess I didn't get the fertility gene that you and Aaron got!  We continue to pray every night for a safe and healthy delivery for you both and some relief from the discomfort!  Little Rebecca will complete the family very well. &lt;br /&gt; The last baby (and the slowest it seems) guess this one will take after you and be "fashionably late" to most things in life. Or maybe she just isn't ready to make her world debut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy is scheduled to be induced on Monday unless she goes into labor on her own this weekend. Ryan, her second oldest would like the baby to arrive today - February 9th, because it's his birthday. Happy 9th Birthday Ryan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Leah&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/241722556169659301-4713624130614108603?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4713624130614108603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=4713624130614108603' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/4713624130614108603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/4713624130614108603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/baby-shower.html' title='Baby Shower'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R63cg51Y8JI/AAAAAAAAAOA/QOD_YIaAh5M/s72-c/Surpise!++Amy+Shower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-4172813937942658825</id><published>2008-02-09T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T11:48:28.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacred Heart Hospital Rm 504</title><content type='html'>Grandma Charlotte remains in the hospital and continues to undergo dialysis as often as the doctors feel she is able to handle it.  It really takes it’s toll on a person's body and she is a real fighter!  The neurologist has taken x-rays of her legs and feet and is running tests this weekend to see if he can more specifically diagnose her leg pain, foot drop, nerve damage, etc in her legs.  She LOVES visitors but is also very emotional.  This has not been a very good hospital stay for her – several things have happened that show a lack of professional care and concern on the part of the hospital.  We all continue to encourage her as much as we can.  I took Raegan’s CD player up to her yesterday with some relaxing music.  Mother thought this might be helpful for her when she is laying for 4 hours at a time during dialysis, as well as blocking out some of the depressing noises around her hospital room.  Carole and Olivia came after us and then mother was back again in the evening.  She’s doing her best to balance everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-4172813937942658825?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4172813937942658825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=4172813937942658825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/4172813937942658825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/4172813937942658825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/sacred-heart-hospital-rm-504.html' title='Sacred Heart Hospital Rm 504'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-3768322196053710212</id><published>2008-02-01T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T12:30:02.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Charlotte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R6NU84I41YI/AAAAAAAAANQ/cNeXu-3f2Zk/s1600-h/Gma+Charlotte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162063002735269250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R6NU84I41YI/AAAAAAAAANQ/cNeXu-3f2Zk/s320/Gma+Charlotte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma was admitted to the hospital yesterday afternoon with dehydration and complications with her kidneys. They are giving her fluids to correct her levels, however, it is a delicate line they must walk because of her failing kidney function. They don't want to put too much fluid in when the kidneys can't expell the necessary amount. The kidney doctor had not yet been in this morning - possibly because of the ice storm that hit the area - to decide if they will put a permanent port in and begin dialysis or not. She also suffers from neuropathy (sometimes called restless leg syndrome). Her condition is pretty severe and dealing with it can cause her to be depressed and very nervous. Her dr. changed her perscription and it had helped with these two side effects, however her kidney dr. took the medication from her yesterday. The 2 pills she is now permitted to have are not sufficient to relieve the pain and settle the jumping/jerky movements she experiences. Please pray for her comfort and peace.  This picture of her was taken on Thanksgiving this past year - we were thankful to have her with us.&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/241722556169659301-3768322196053710212?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3768322196053710212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=3768322196053710212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/3768322196053710212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/3768322196053710212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/02/grandma-charlotte.html' title='Grandma Charlotte'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R6NU84I41YI/AAAAAAAAANQ/cNeXu-3f2Zk/s72-c/Gma+Charlotte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-908932405104405594</id><published>2008-01-30T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:36:08.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Very Important Day</title><content type='html'>It’s another January birthday! However, this one trumps them all. Afterall, if this birth hadn’t happened, there would not have been an Adam Wayne, Amy Renee, Aaron David or Leah Carol to speak of. Yes, that’s right the matriarch of this fine family, Linda Lou (Sullivan) McCoy was born dlsjd-fladj years ago! What’s that, you couldn’t read it? Oh, that’s because I value my life and I won’t dare tell her age! Besides, age is all relative and when you look as fine as mother does it doesn’t really matter. I’ve told her that I hope I look as good as her at her age, Joel says he hopes I do too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R6FOJoI41TI/AAAAAAAAAMo/dLsXrf8AXgQ/s1600-h/Grandma+after+ICD+surgery.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161492575243785522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R6FOJoI41TI/AAAAAAAAAMo/dLsXrf8AXgQ/s320/Grandma+after+ICD+surgery.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I surprised mother early this morning with a few birthday goodies that included a double Snicker Espresso and some brownies from M&amp;amp;M Bakery. It was so early I caught her in her robe and neither one of us were fit for a picture so just use your imagination on that one.   Here's a photo of her enjoying some chocolate with me on my birthday last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R6FOKYI41VI/AAAAAAAAAM4/vxk0KDDJGoU/s1600-h/Mother+%26+Daddy+Christmas+Eve+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R6FOK4I41WI/AAAAAAAAANA/KpumBTX5I9k/s1600-h/Turning+33!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161492596718622050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R6FOK4I41WI/AAAAAAAAANA/KpumBTX5I9k/s320/Turning+33!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sorry I interrupted your day, mother, but I just wanted you to know how special you are to us all and how very special you make each of us feel.&lt;br /&gt;Your years of child rearing are long over but the impact is lasting. I catch myself repeating phrases you used to say to us or singing your little choruses throughout the day. I’m sure you never thought you were the best mom in the world (what mom does) but as I look back I wonder if you will ever know how much instruction you gave each of us to take as we started our own families. The time you spent teaching us to clean, cook, care for a home and others were more important than all the material things you could have given us had you worked outside the home. I can find such satisfaction in the mundane tasks of cleaning up and preparing a meal most likely because of your cheery example.&lt;br /&gt;I remember my job of setting the table each evening and picking lettuce from the garden just before dinner. Even the night we waited for Adam and Aaron to return from riding their motorcycle. We had no idea they had wrecked and were waiting for help. You endured many, many trips to the ER with us all from motorcycles to bicycles, to horses, sleds, dog bites and even monkey bars on my first day of 5th grade!&lt;br /&gt;You met us at the end of the lane after school to walk home with us many of times. You would even meet us with umbrellas when it rained. I remember coming home from school one day and you were not home – how dare you! I screamed and cried, kicking the front door until I left marks because you weren’t there to greet me. I KNEW you would always be there waiting for me. How important a mother is in a child’s life and you made every day count! The life lessons we learned from growing up with a godly mother are invaluable. If we all do ½ as well as you did at parenting, your grandchildren will be just fine!&lt;br /&gt;I remember sitting on the front porch and watching our family cat give birth – you used this simple act of nature to teach all four of us about the value of life!&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day my horse Tashi threw me. I could see the fear in your eyes as you ran as fast as you could down the road towards me as I lay on the ground unable to move. You never told me my riding days were over, you encouraged me to get back on!&lt;br /&gt;I remember my first real love in high school and the heartache of our breakup. You sat in the kitchen and listened, knowing very well that it was a mere bump in the road of life but you validated my dramatic sob story.&lt;br /&gt;I remember you dropping me off at Clarion University that first day and you driving away knowing you were leaving your baby 3 hours away.&lt;br /&gt;I remember the day I graduated from college and the pride in your eyes. You had never had that chance but you made it happen for me.&lt;br /&gt;I remember making the decision to go on to grad school in Virginia and telling you I was afraid of getting married and never using my degree. I will NEVER forget what you told me, “Leah, you will be a better mother for it!” You were so right!!&lt;br /&gt;I remember when you stood by my bed in the hospital as I was in labor (screaming for that epidural that I never got!!) and thinking I’m 27 having my first baby and you had 4 at the age of 25! Do you remember what I said? “How did you do it?” You are an amazing woman and you raised 4 amazing children who love and adore you. You always gave enough, loved enough, laughed enough and yes, even spanked enough!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mother!&lt;br /&gt;Leah Carol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R6FOLII41XI/AAAAAAAAANI/jRdmMdmvoRs/s1600-h/Turning+33!+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161492601013589362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R6FOLII41XI/AAAAAAAAANI/jRdmMdmvoRs/s320/Turning+33!+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Celebrating my 33rd birthday last year&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/241722556169659301-908932405104405594?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/908932405104405594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=908932405104405594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/908932405104405594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/908932405104405594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/01/very-important-day.html' title='Very Important Day'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R6FOJoI41TI/AAAAAAAAAMo/dLsXrf8AXgQ/s72-c/Grandma+after+ICD+surgery.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-8833207099118040132</id><published>2008-01-30T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T22:42:30.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update to Christina</title><content type='html'>Mother and Daddy have both battled the flu over the last weekend.  Luckily both are feeling better - Daddy can't stand to lose anymore weight!   Grandma is very weak and mother took her to have blood work done today.  She’s thinking that her kidneys are not working well again and she may need to resume dialysis again.  We’ll keep ya posted, should know tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Amy is still “intact”.  Despite great discomfort and constant contractions she is still only 1 cm dialiate and has not thinned.  So, she’ll be going back to the Dr. on Monday and they are willing to induce her then if she wants.  Mother has an appointment that day and Steve has something too  (I think.)  Seems like everyone is trying to coordinate their schedules for the delivery. Whatever happened to good ol’ water-breakin’-last-minute-gonna-have-a-baby delivery?!  Huh?&lt;br /&gt;Carole’s mom has been very sick.  They took her to Morgantown to have a surgery to repair her bile duct.  Haven’t heard anything since the weekend.  Hopefully Carole will post a comment and update us all. &lt;br /&gt;Stopped at the cemetary today – it was bitter cold and windy here but the view was crystal clear.  I removed the birthday balloons since they were deflated and fixed the pine.  It was very difficult for me today. &lt;br /&gt;Samuel is in ALL our prayers!  Joel wanted to chat and called around 5:30 your time and then remembered you all may have already left for church.  Maybe he can call tomorrow evening. &lt;br /&gt;Love to y'all!&lt;br /&gt;Leah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-8833207099118040132?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8833207099118040132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=8833207099118040132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/8833207099118040132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/8833207099118040132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/01/update-to-christina.html' title='Update to Christina'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-7325928160250962061</id><published>2008-01-22T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T21:21:10.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Viruses, Birthdays and Other Fun Stuff</title><content type='html'>I’ve not written on the blog for almost a week and honestly I’ve not had much to write about.  My computer was taken over by a wonderful virus that infiltrated every application possible.  I couldn’t use Microsoft Word without it slamming me out, check my email without it taking 2 hours, or even start Internet Explorer because it's been hijacked!  After two 3-hour conversations with computer geeks in India (yes, India) it isn't much better.  I still cannot download Microsoft’s One Care Live antivirus &amp;amp; firewall package but they are “trying” to figure that one out for me.  I usually have great patience but at this point I've lost all semblance of tolerance.  I’m convinced that if I can’t fix it I need to go buy a new one.  Joel just loves that idea!!&lt;br /&gt;At the same time Raegan developed a fever, after a throat culture they sent us on our way with antibiotics.  Well…….3 days later she still had a fever and had developed a wide-spread rash on your upper torso.  Yet, another visit to the dr. led to an entirely different antibiotic and the diagnosis of dual-infection:  strep &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; a virus.  Lovely!&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I turned 34 -whoo hooo, exciting, isn’t getting older grand?  I wasn’t in much of a mood to celebrate knowing I had to spend the whole day in the office trying to catch up on work that had piled up from Raegan being off school.  However, my wonderful mother called and took me to brunch.  We enjoyed our breakfast and then inhaled huge chocolate brownies with peanut butter icing.  How’s that for a healthy breakfast!?   We wasted the morning away talking and drinking a ton of coffee.  We talked waaayy too long - by the time we left, the roads were covered in slippery, freezing snow and the schools had been let out early.  Whoopsie!  Oh well, sometimes you just need to do it. &lt;br /&gt;So, I thought I’d reminisce a bit (not that I would remember any of this), here’s what was going on when I was born Thursday, January 17th, 1974.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard Nixon was President, there was no Vice President. &lt;br /&gt;Bread was $.28 a loaf,&lt;br /&gt;Milk was $1.39/gal (not sure how our family of 6 could afford that when we went through 2 gallons a day!)&lt;br /&gt;Gas was $.53 a gallon – WOW, where have those days gone!&lt;br /&gt;Stamps were only $.10&lt;br /&gt;Minimum wage was $2/hr.&lt;br /&gt;Avg. House was $38,900&lt;br /&gt;Avg. Car was $4,440&lt;br /&gt;Top Songs were “Kung Fu Fighting” by Carl Douglas, “The Streak” by Ray Stevens, “Seasons in the Sun” by Terry Jacks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot New Toys were Connect Four (of which I was the family champion, NO ONE could beat me!), Rubik’s Cube (we took that thing apart and put it back together, there solved!), Sit ‘N Spin (didn’t have one, but Raegan does!), and Monchhichi (remember those monkey looking dolls?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV Shows were Little House on the Prairie, Happy Days, The Waltons, M*A*S*H (hated that show), The Rockford Files.  (We didn’t have a TV until I was about 10 but we watched these shows at Grandmas all the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And other people born on MY birthday include Benjamin Franklin, Muhammad Ali, Betty White, and James Earl Jones.  There's your history lesson for the day!  Maybe I did have lots to write about this past week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, though I did take a little time to reflect and take inventory of the blessings that God has so richly granted me.  Life isn't always easy - no one ever promised that it would be.  So often we focus on what we want or can't have instead of what we have been given.  It is usually physical, temporal things that don't mean a blasted thing!  Our appearance, our car, our house, our clothes, our toys - these will soon pass away!  Only what's done for Christ will last.  I've been listening to another one of "Aaron's songs".  A song that was on the video CD made for his funeral.  I absolutely love it and if I can figure out how to put the link on I will.  It's called Bring the Rain by Mercy Me.  It basically says, bring me joy bring me peace, bring the chance to be free, bring me anything that brings you glory.  And I know there'll be days when this life brings me pain but if that's what it takes to praise you, Jesus bring the rain!&lt;br /&gt;Rain or Shine my Jesus brings me Real Joy,&lt;br /&gt;Leah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-7325928160250962061?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/7325928160250962061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=7325928160250962061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/7325928160250962061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/7325928160250962061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/01/viruses-birthdays-and-other-fun-stuff.html' title='Viruses, Birthdays and Other Fun Stuff'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-3737495308051258502</id><published>2008-01-22T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T18:38:28.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarification</title><content type='html'>For some reason the message of my Jan. 16 blog was misconstrued in some way.  I was NOT announcing to the world that I was experiencing a female monthly event at the time but rather that I was experiencing emotional ups and downs that were very well explained by the article that I referred to.   Sorry if the subject matter was questionable or embarrassing to others but I thought it was extremely helpful to me and figured other female friends would find it just as useful.  As my sister has told me there are things that only I can get away with talking about, guess I’m not easily embarrassed!&lt;br /&gt;I’m handling things very well this week!&lt;br /&gt;Leah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-3737495308051258502?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3737495308051258502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=3737495308051258502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/3737495308051258502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/3737495308051258502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/01/clarification.html' title='Clarification'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-1755298348460638497</id><published>2008-01-16T15:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T16:24:51.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding Your Cycle!</title><content type='html'>A few months back I came across something very insightful in my women's devotional book that has had me thinking during these ups and downs that seem to run my life lately.   I thought they may be helpful to all my women friends and.....well, they may even help our male counterparts understand why we are so darned hard to deal with! &lt;br /&gt;The difference in estrogen levels in a woman's body during various times of the month correlates to a predictable pattern of behavious and emotions.  Naturally, these characteristics are not true for all women, and some struggle with them more than others. &lt;br /&gt;During the 1st week of her cycle she is outgoing, ambitious, optimistic and self-confident. &lt;br /&gt;The 2nd week she is hopeful, easygoing, creative,  has inner strength and a sense of well-being. &lt;br /&gt;The 3rd week she lacks coordination, longs for peace, is impatient, and gloomy.&lt;br /&gt;The 4th week she is very irritable, touchy, withdrawn, and lacks self-confidence. &lt;br /&gt;Whew!  Is is any wonder that interpersonal conflicts sometimes seem to come from nowhere?!  Throw in a little bit of grief and you can figure out where those feelings of being overwhelmed with life and depression come from!  Maybe we need to tell ourselves, "Tomorrow or next week will be better"  or "This too shall pass, just hang in there!"&lt;br /&gt;Just riding out my cycle!&lt;br /&gt;Leah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-1755298348460638497?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1755298348460638497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=1755298348460638497' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/1755298348460638497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/1755298348460638497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/01/riding-your-cycle.html' title='Riding Your Cycle!'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-157555871225666946</id><published>2008-01-11T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T14:08:16.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Words</title><content type='html'>Mother commented on my blog several days ago but not knowing if everyone reads the comments I asked her if I could post it.  Her words are emotional yet full of the strength that only our Lord Jesus can give.  She's been able to use these blogs as an outlet for her feelings and what better way to remember Aaron the week of his birthday than from his own mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes it was hard at the funeral. Didn't think it would, but as soon as I saw the casket I immediately thought of the last look of Aarons tent that I saw. How I loved that tent, that wide smile, the dancing eyes, the chunky cheeks, the smell of his cologne that he would even put on to mow the lawn. :) I played with his hair at that last sight remembering all the times I cut it during his life. A handsome man he had become and he had caught himself a beautiful wife. Together they gave us 4 beautiful grandkids that all have a part of Aaron. Aaron David, named after his daddy. The first son didn't get the name because there had been too many jrs. in the McCoy family that his daddy didn't want all the confusion. He and his daddy shared the same thing "Perfectionism" that at times frustrated them. They both loved the outdoors, making a job look good, hunting, the love of country, military, a love of the Word of God, teaching it to others and evangelism. When Aaron was small he would ask why daddy always had to ask people if they knew the Lord. Who would have known that Aaron would turn out the same, but then again he came from the same mold. He had a passion just like his daddy to see people saved. And now he's rejoicing with the ones he and his daddy led there. As the man sang It is Well With My Soul, I asked myself, is it well with MY soul ? And by Gods grace I could say YES. Though I miss Aaron terribly I had prepared to lose Aaron when he was only 8 months old. I was saved Sept. 1972 and I learned in the Word that my children were a gift given for a short time and in that time I had to instruct and train them for the Lord. They were His to use and He used Aaron in a way that I couldn't have imagined. In his career he was all over the world and boy did he ever touch people. How could I have held him for myself when you see how the Lord used him for others. That's what it's all about. Everything else is temperal but people are eternal. And now he is enjoying that eternal life, resting from the strugles of this life having left an enormous loss in the lives who knew and loved him but also leaving a legacy, an example for all to follow. Sorry Leah for taking up your space with my rambling. But I feel better !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love You, Mother&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks mother for putting it back into perspective and reminding me that our children are a gift for a short period of time, what we do with that time is critical to where they spend eternity!&lt;br /&gt;Leah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-157555871225666946?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/157555871225666946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=157555871225666946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/157555871225666946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/157555871225666946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/01/mothers-words.html' title='Mother&apos;s Words'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-3238544527260103099</id><published>2008-01-11T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T13:57:43.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Relying on God has to begin all over again every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As if nothing had yet been done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~C.S. Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-3238544527260103099?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3238544527260103099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=3238544527260103099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/3238544527260103099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/3238544527260103099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/01/relying-on-god-has-to-begin-all-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-221138208484895449</id><published>2008-01-09T06:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T06:57:52.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Aaron</title><content type='html'>January is a month full of McCoy birthdays - Granddaddy, Aaron, Chandler, mine, and mother's.  Don't know what was doing on 9 months prior in May but it must have been good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family always made a big deal out of birthdays. My mom would cook our favorite meal, create a big collage of our pictures, hang up the "Happy Birthday" letters that she had covered in foil and make our day extra special. As kids we always looked forward to being made over on our birthday. Today we would have celebrated Aaron's 36 birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother and Daddy, I'm so sorry that you have to feel the pain today of not having your son on a day that with such tender meaning. Those sweet recollections are scarred with sorrow now and it's so painful to know that you are hurting.  You usually call on our birthdays and talk about the birth pains you were having so many years ago on that date. We always laugh knowing that you are joyfully remembering the day you brought us into the world.  I cry with you today and miss him even more than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina and kids, today is another one of those milestones that you/we must face and get through.  There will be many tears and that constant reminder of his absence is even more evident when we he's not here to celebrate his birthday.   We pray for your strength and comfort today.  We love you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will remain 35 and handsome in our minds, never to grow old.&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; miss you birthday boy!&lt;br /&gt;Your baby sister&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-221138208484895449?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/221138208484895449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=221138208484895449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/221138208484895449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/221138208484895449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-aaron.html' title='Happy Birthday Aaron'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-6876133726891448287</id><published>2008-01-07T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T06:09:29.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Christmas</title><content type='html'>About 7 years ago we started "Kids Christmas" in our family. Its when we get our kids together to exchange gifts and just hang out. It usually ends up the weekend of New Years but this year it was next to impossible to get this event scheduled. We have scheduled and rescheduled it so many times - Adam was gone for two weeks, Christmas programs, funerals, etc. We finally managed to get together Sunday at Adam and Carole's new house in Flintstone, MD. I think we need to rename it - maybe Valentines Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R4Sp1J2F6aI/AAAAAAAAAMA/jodCuXrLJ2g/s1600-h/The+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153430604259649954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R4Sp1J2F6aI/AAAAAAAAAMA/jodCuXrLJ2g/s320/The+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks guys for letting us invade the new house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R4Sp1p2F6bI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_vtZaYnhPxA/s1600-h/Adam+and+Carole.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153430612849584562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R4Sp1p2F6bI/AAAAAAAAAMI/_vtZaYnhPxA/s320/Adam+and+Carole.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amy and Steve posed for me.  Amy is VERY pregnant and we are expecting her little bundle to "drop" early.  Her due date is Feb. 17 but we all know it will come in Januray.  She is scheduled to see the dr. on the 16th of this month - just may end up having the little girl on my b-day the 17th!  Cross your legs, Amy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R4Sp152F6cI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZWVl6lNZUgk/s1600-h/Steve+%26+Amy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153430617144551874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R4Sp152F6cI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/ZWVl6lNZUgk/s320/Steve+%26+Amy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob needed his diaper changed and Amy is too pregnant to get on the floor to change him so he just lays on her lap. I'm telling you he's the best baby I've ever seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R4Sp2J2F6dI/AAAAAAAAAMY/bCLLh-7efX8/s1600-h/Changing+Jacob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153430621439519186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R4Sp2J2F6dI/AAAAAAAAAMY/bCLLh-7efX8/s320/Changing+Jacob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Jess does her best to keep all the kids in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R4Sp2Z2F6eI/AAAAAAAAAMg/q0oQcDynHo0/s1600-h/Jess.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153430625734486498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R4Sp2Z2F6eI/AAAAAAAAAMg/q0oQcDynHo0/s320/Jess.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adam tried to catch a cat-nap but 7 kids in the house kept him from sleeping too long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R4KWVJ2F6VI/AAAAAAAAALY/ulE7auFfoas/s1600-h/Adam+catnapping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152846213829486930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R4KWVJ2F6VI/AAAAAAAAALY/ulE7auFfoas/s320/Adam+catnapping.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R4KWV52F6WI/AAAAAAAAALg/VPA1FSHHEPg/s1600-h/Changing+Jacob.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The first round of gifts. Each family took turns giving their gifts to the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R4KWWZ2F6XI/AAAAAAAAALo/Esbg8P7tg7g/s1600-h/opening+the+first+round.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152846235304323442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R4KWWZ2F6XI/AAAAAAAAALo/Esbg8P7tg7g/s320/opening+the+first+round.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jacob opening his present with Uncle Joel's help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R4KWXZ2F6YI/AAAAAAAAALw/xM_Q9xAudyQ/s1600-h/Jacob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152846252484192642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R4KWXZ2F6YI/AAAAAAAAALw/xM_Q9xAudyQ/s320/Jacob.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R4KWX52F6ZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/svfA7Ii5q_A/s1600-h/The+girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152846261074127250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R4KWX52F6ZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/svfA7Ii5q_A/s320/The+girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-6876133726891448287?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6876133726891448287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=6876133726891448287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/6876133726891448287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/6876133726891448287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/01/kids-christmas.html' title='Kids Christmas'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R4Sp1J2F6aI/AAAAAAAAAMA/jodCuXrLJ2g/s72-c/The+girls.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-3651718005811176623</id><published>2008-01-07T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T14:12:21.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Emotional Weekend</title><content type='html'>We've not been home much at all and I'm struggling to type this before I need to pick Raegan up from school.  I've been wanting to update the blog and even change the background.  I'm tired of it, but that will have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;The weekend was extremely difficult for us all.  Friday was full with 2 viewings and a dinner in between them.  Nana had lived a very full life and the attendance at her viewings were evidence of that.  The line went on for hours!  It was great to see family and friends and I know the family felt the warm and tender condolences sent by so many who came, sent flowers and food.  Saturday was another viewing, the service and burial.  I knew that the wound was still tender in my heart from losing Aaron but I never expected the amount of emotions that came over me.  I teared up many times but I completely lost it when my mom and dad walked into the church on Saturday for the service.  Not only was this Nana's funeral but it was also the 3 month anniversary of us losing Aaron.  Time HAS NOT healed us!!  We are still so tender, the pain is so raw!   The emotions were so jumbled for me.  I was able to say goodbye to Nana, have time with her, hold her hand and softly smooth her hair as she struggled to breathe and wait for the Lord's calling.   She was ready and we knew it was time.  I cried for the pain of separation that her children, grandchildren and great grandchildren feel after making years of memories with her.  But my emotions were so different as I thought of Aaron - he was ripped away from us.  I did not have that time to say goodbye, to touch his face, take in his sweet smell, and tell him "I love you" one last time.  I did not have time to prepare for the pain.  I was NOT ready for him to go, none of us were!! &lt;br /&gt;As the soloist sang "It is Well With My Soul" I was reminded that both Aaron and Nana knew where they were going without a shadow of a doubt.  They are rejoicing together with their new bodies.  It is well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-3651718005811176623?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/3651718005811176623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=3651718005811176623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/3651718005811176623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/3651718005811176623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/01/emotional-weekend.html' title='Emotional Weekend'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-2068974796853176255</id><published>2008-01-02T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T23:24:45.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Together</title><content type='html'>Joel's relatives are beginning to arrive for Nana's funeral.  Two of his cousins that live in Kalispell, Montana arrived very early this morning.  Their parents are flying in tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clint and Carrie and their little girl Addison "Addy" Knotts.  She is such a doll baby.  Carrie teaches 1st grade and Clint owns his own construction company.  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3xaRp2F6SI/AAAAAAAAALA/X__13if1V4w/s1600-h/Clint,+Carrie+%26+Addy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151091333142014242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3xaRp2F6SI/AAAAAAAAALA/X__13if1V4w/s320/Clint,+Carrie+%26+Addy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Addy will be 2 on Wednesday.  She is a ton of fun and Raegan is enjoying mothering her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3xaR52F6TI/AAAAAAAAALI/cx2B4ytcZnY/s1600-h/Raegan+%26+Addy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151091337436981554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3xaR52F6TI/AAAAAAAAALI/cx2B4ytcZnY/s320/Raegan+%26+Addy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Clint's younger brother Ben is our "world traveler".  He is a free spirit that enjoys spanning the globe with just a backpack.  He recently returned from Bolivia doing research for a school project.  While he was there he taught basic computers in a prison.  He will have some great stories to tell his children, if we could just find him the perfect girl..and get him to plant himself somewhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3xaSJ2F6UI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2Vtv172Dfro/s1600-h/Joel+%26+Ben.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151091341731948866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3xaSJ2F6UI/AAAAAAAAALQ/2Vtv172Dfro/s320/Joel+%26+Ben.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I'm writing this (11pm) Joel and Ben are watching West Virginia beat Oklahoma in the Fiesta Bowl.  Ben is going to hang out with Joel at work tomorrow.  How cool!&lt;br /&gt;What a wonderful feeling to reconnect with family and catchup on the events that years apart have yielded.  Somehow our families begin to spread out over the globe like tree roots moving farther and farther away from each other.  When we are brought together again, often by tragedy, we are able to remember and reminisce of days gone by; the innocence, the fun, the mischevious days of youth.   Everyone has a story to tell and the stories flow like water from a spring as each one shares their memories.  It is such a shame that this happens so few times in our lives.  It is such a shame that it often takes the loss of a loved one to bring a reunion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-2068974796853176255?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2068974796853176255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=2068974796853176255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/2068974796853176255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/2068974796853176255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/01/coming-together.html' title='Coming Together'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3xaRp2F6SI/AAAAAAAAALA/X__13if1V4w/s72-c/Clint,+Carrie+%26+Addy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-8529640574519311007</id><published>2008-01-02T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T22:21:45.141-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>We rang in the new year with our good friends the Shrivers in Latrobe, PA. It's only two hours away so it was a great mini-trip.  We packed up, grabbed the dog and headed to PA.    We met Ed and Amy at our church about 2 or 3 years ago, when they had just moved to our area. We became quick friends and love them dearly. Ed and Joel both love to golf &amp;amp; hunt and Amy and I love to shop &amp;amp; talk - need I say more?!  Their 3 children Hannah, Luke and Noah are great and they treat Raegan like a sibling! That's makes everyone happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3xK6J2F6RI/AAAAAAAAAK4/bGo7bCAFemU/s1600-h/New+Years+Shrivers+-+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151074436740671762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3xK6J2F6RI/AAAAAAAAAK4/bGo7bCAFemU/s320/New+Years+Shrivers+-+tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hannah is on the left, Raegan's in the middle of course, Noah is behind her and Luke is on the right.  It was frigid outside but the dogs needed to potty and the kids were stir crazy - so they climbed a tree! Anyways, the Shrivers moved last summer and we were so sad to see them go, but they are happy to be back in Latrobe again. We spent the afternoon catching up, had dinner and then .......THE GAMES BEGAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joel playing golf on the Wii.  Look at that follow through!  ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3wPc52F6MI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0VsrbViK0vQ/s1600-h/New+Years+Shrivers+-+games+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151009063043459266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3wPc52F6MI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/0VsrbViK0vQ/s320/New+Years+Shrivers+-+games+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We all played Apples to Apples - highly recommend it!  It's a great game for the whole family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3wPdZ2F6NI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U6Iel_nr8cc/s1600-h/New+Years+Shrivers+-+games.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151009071633393874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3wPdZ2F6NI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U6Iel_nr8cc/s320/New+Years+Shrivers+-+games.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joel boxing with Noah.  I boxed Hannah and I'm still sore today!  Loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3wPd52F6OI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9Am0rJA4d0c/s1600-h/New+Years+Shrivers+-+Wii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151009080223328482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3wPd52F6OI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9Am0rJA4d0c/s320/New+Years+Shrivers+-+Wii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joel was really serious about winning - even if it meant beating a 10 year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3wPeZ2F6PI/AAAAAAAAAKo/uZUQZCP75Jo/s1600-h/New+Years+Shrivers+-+Wii+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151009088813263090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3wPeZ2F6PI/AAAAAAAAAKo/uZUQZCP75Jo/s320/New+Years+Shrivers+-+Wii+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Raegan and Hannah colored for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3wPep2F6QI/AAAAAAAAAKw/I83OAlBhF1k/s1600-h/New+Years+Shrivers+-+coloring.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151009093108230402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3wPep2F6QI/AAAAAAAAAKw/I83OAlBhF1k/s320/New+Years+Shrivers+-+coloring.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amy and Raegan.  We were all starting to get tired but the kids kept themselves jazzed on sugar, they didn't want to miss the one night they could stay up! &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3wHi52F6HI/AAAAAAAAAJo/XljfAbxSjtg/s1600-h/Amy+and+Raegan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151000370029652082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3wHi52F6HI/AAAAAAAAAJo/XljfAbxSjtg/s320/Amy+and+Raegan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it to see the ball drop, here's the picture to prove it. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3wHkJ2F6JI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ejl_pnr8Y7c/s1600-h/New+Years+Shrivers+-+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151000391504488594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3wHkJ2F6JI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ejl_pnr8Y7c/s320/New+Years+Shrivers+-+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then the kids welcomed in the new year in their traditional way - banging pots and pans, lighting sparklers and setting off confettie bombs!  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3wHkp2F6KI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hShYFEcZrKk/s1600-h/New+Years+Shrivers+-+NOISE+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151000400094423202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3wHkp2F6KI/AAAAAAAAAKA/hShYFEcZrKk/s320/New+Years+Shrivers+-+NOISE+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They introduced us to "banging the pots" last year on New Years and Raegan loved it! She couldn't wait to do it again this year. They only broke 2 spoons this year. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3wHjp2F6II/AAAAAAAAAJw/AetGtZ3f4-I/s1600-h/New+Years+Shrivers+-+tired.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The neighborhood will never be the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3wHk52F6LI/AAAAAAAAAKI/a4baZ0_RlIg/s1600-h/New+Years+Shrivers+-+NOISE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151000404389390514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3wHk52F6LI/AAAAAAAAAKI/a4baZ0_RlIg/s320/New+Years+Shrivers+-+NOISE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It didn't take long for us all to hit the hay and we were out!  We all slept in, enjoyed a lazy morning hanging out and then we were off to the mall!  Time goes way too fast when you're having fun!   We had such a great time and can't wait for another long weekend to visit Latrobe!  Thanks guys, you made our New Years special.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, Bailey did great on the trip despite his history of car sickness.  Actually, he did great UNTIL we turned into our neighborhood.  Then, well.....let's just say he couldn't keep it down anymore!  Raegan has a very strong gag reflex and I thought hers was coming up any minute too, but we made it home before anyone else lost their supper on the upholstery.  Thank goodness, I couldn't have cleaned up more than one of those messes!  Uggghh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/241722556169659301-8529640574519311007?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8529640574519311007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=8529640574519311007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/8529640574519311007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/8529640574519311007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3xK6J2F6RI/AAAAAAAAAK4/bGo7bCAFemU/s72-c/New+Years+Shrivers+-+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-336321820852707431</id><published>2008-01-02T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T16:17:23.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Again</title><content type='html'>Here's the link to the country music video performed by Brad Paisley and Sara Evans of their song 'New Again' depicting the crucifixion and resurrection of Christ. It's very powerful and I thought you would want to see it. The words are beautiful and the message is priceless.&lt;br /&gt;Brad Paisley and Sara Evans - New Again.  Grab a box of tissues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NaSROohLzs" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-NaSROohLzs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-336321820852707431?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/336321820852707431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=336321820852707431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/336321820852707431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/336321820852707431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-again.html' title='New Again'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-6387871024788749172</id><published>2007-12-31T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T17:39:28.844-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joel's grandma, Norma Knotts, whom we all know as "Nana" went to be with the Lord yesterday evening, December 30.  I had mentioned in my Christmas post that she had suffered a stroke Christmas Eve.  She continued to depreciate and the family was called to the house Sunday morning at 12 am.  The home care nurse felt sure she would not live through the night but she surprised everyone and continued to hang on.  Amazingly she was responsive and acknowledged everyone that came to see her.  It was difficult for her to talk clearly because of the paralysis and the build up of fluid but she did her best, and she loved all of the company!  Joel had had time with her Saturday night and then we went over to see her after church.  When we walked in Sunday afternoon, I told her that we were there and took her hand.  She had not been able to see since the stroke but immediately indicated that she was aware.  Her exact words to me were "that's so important".    We have learned all too well that you never know how much time you have with your loved ones.   We are so glad we went, 5 hours later she would take her last breaths.  Joel's mom and dad and one of the sitters were with her as she entered into eternity with Christ.  Tomorrow - January 1st - would have been her 81st birthday.  I'm sure this will be the best birthday ever!!  Death is never a pleasant thing, and although we were praying for her escape from pain and misery it is so hard to accept the finality of death and separation.  It just seems too soon to lose another family member.  We will miss her dearly.&lt;br /&gt;The family is finalizing viewing and funeral details today.  It looks as if there will be 2 viewings on Friday at Upchurch in Ft. Ashby, WV and then funeral services Saturday at Wesley Chapel United Methodist in Short Gap (where Joel and I were married).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-6387871024788749172?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6387871024788749172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=6387871024788749172' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/6387871024788749172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/6387871024788749172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2007/12/joels-grandma-norma-knotts-whom-we-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-8355091712124126142</id><published>2007-12-26T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T23:39:26.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Day</title><content type='html'>Christmas started early for us! Raegan burst into our room at 3:22 am and announced that Santa had already been to our house. She proceeded to tell us everything she had gotten in her stocking and that there were LOTS of big presents in the living room! I calmly told her that was nice but that it was too early. Joel wasn't so diplomatic and ordered her to get her butt back in bed! She promptly did so and even went back to sleep!! What a jewel!! We then woke her up at 8 to get the day going - we had lots of places to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raegan loves her Polly Pockets and must have every one ever made! This year the newest item was the Jumbo Jet and Santa came through!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3MmUp2F6CI/AAAAAAAAAJA/K1Fvj5obiuI/s1600-h/Polly+Pocket+Jet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148500935286581282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3MmUp2F6CI/AAAAAAAAAJA/K1Fvj5obiuI/s320/Polly+Pocket+Jet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This large item was addressed to the whole family.......what could it be?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3MmU52F6DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/fp-f8MT08fM/s1600-h/BIG+gift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148500939581548594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3MmU52F6DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/fp-f8MT08fM/s320/BIG+gift.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Karaoke Machine!!  Look at Hannah Montana rocking the stage!  Yes, everything Hannah Montana was on the list this year as well!  Joel jumped right on the karaoke machine too - there was a party CD of love songs with over 30 hits wrapped for Mommy and Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3MmVJ2F6EI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DiDjQ6Xfye0/s1600-h/Hannah+Montana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148500943876515906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3MmVJ2F6EI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DiDjQ6Xfye0/s320/Hannah+Montana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After opening presents we went to visit Joel's grandma, Nana.  She has been in failing health but Christmas Eve she suffered a stroke.  We went over to help the sitter roll her to her other side - her left side was paralyzed from the stroke and it affected her sight as well.  While we were there she mumbled several brief things to us; one of which was that she wanted the misery to be over.  She is not well and we covet your prayers for her comfort and (if the Lord's will) quick home-going.  Today (Wed, 12/26) she developed a low-grade temp and fluid in her lungs.  The fear is that she is developing pneumonia.  Please pray for the whole Knotts family - we are comforted and thankful that she has trusted the Lord as her Savior.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we traveled out to PA for Christmas with my mom and dad.  It was a nice visit.  We were the first ones there and we were able to spend several hours in great conversation!  It was truly one of the best conversations I think we've had.  Just a neat discussion.  Raegan couldn't wait to give them her presents that she bought at Secret Santa's shop at school.  &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148500952466450514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3MmVp2F6FI/AAAAAAAAAJY/cj_TIyCqcHo/s320/Pap%27s+frame+from+Raegan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was pap's present from Raegan - a fishing picture frame.  She will be sending a picture of her fishing for him to put in it.  She actually enjoys fishing with Joel!   Grammy's present was a beautiful necklace but the picture I took ended up blurry.  It did look really great with her sweater that day!  Soon, the cousins arrived and we ate lunch together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3MmV52F6GI/AAAAAAAAAJg/V5ariLiDxkA/s1600-h/Cousins+Chatting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148500956761417826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3MmV52F6GI/AAAAAAAAAJg/V5ariLiDxkA/s320/Cousins+Chatting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids enjoying some kid conversation!  I don't even want to know what they were discussing.  That's Rachel on the left, then Raegan and Ryan on the right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were then on the road to get to Joel's parents by 2:30!  What a day - it was busy but good for the soul.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late that night I read over all the Christmas cards we had gotten and one of them really touched me. &lt;br /&gt;"In Jesus we find -&lt;br /&gt;the greatest depth of love,&lt;br /&gt;the fullest portion of joy,&lt;br /&gt;the richest measure of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only in Him~&lt;br /&gt;Leah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-8355091712124126142?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/8355091712124126142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=8355091712124126142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/8355091712124126142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/8355091712124126142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-day.html' title='Christmas Day'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3MmUp2F6CI/AAAAAAAAAJA/K1Fvj5obiuI/s72-c/Polly+Pocket+Jet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-5290944285790210634</id><published>2007-12-26T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T11:19:49.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve Service</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3J9Qp2F53I/AAAAAAAAAHo/UeXeDrl8Uf4/s1600-h/Christmas+Eve+lighting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148315049102010226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3J9Qp2F53I/AAAAAAAAAHo/UeXeDrl8Uf4/s320/Christmas+Eve+lighting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We enjoyed a beautiful Christmas Eve Service together at Bedford Valley Bible Church. Adam is trucking out west and had to be gone for Christmas - wish he could have been there. But Carole and Olivia were there with Joel, Raegan, Grammy, Pap and me.  Amy's family had Christmas obligations of there own, missed them too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3J9RJ2F54I/AAAAAAAAAHw/sgUY2aFH2R4/s1600-h/Grammy+%26+girls+Christmas+Eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148315057691944834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3J9RJ2F54I/AAAAAAAAAHw/sgUY2aFH2R4/s320/Grammy+%26+girls+Christmas+Eve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After the service there was food and fellowship time - here's Raegan, Grammy, and Olivia.  It was great to visit with so many friends and families that we don't get to see very often. Tyler and his wife were there. They were in to celebrate Christmas with his parents and came to the service, great to see them! (Tyler and Aaron spent alot of time riding 4 wheelers together when Aaron was a junior and senior in high school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3J9RZ2F55I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iYz4ZEHERDc/s1600-h/Mother+%26+Daddy+Christmas+Eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148315061986912146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3J9RZ2F55I/AAAAAAAAAH4/iYz4ZEHERDc/s320/Mother+%26+Daddy+Christmas+Eve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy and Mother at the church service&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3J9Rp2F56I/AAAAAAAAAIA/4BZsbU-4MK0/s1600-h/The+note.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148315066281879458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3J9Rp2F56I/AAAAAAAAAIA/4BZsbU-4MK0/s320/The+note.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By the time we got home it was 10:00 and Raegan was anxious for Santa to come - she wrote a letter to leave for him and left cookies on the plate she made plus some CHOCOLATE milk, not just plain milk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3J9R52F57I/AAAAAAAAAII/C0FHGa-P57I/s1600-h/The+plate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148315070576846770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3J9R52F57I/AAAAAAAAAII/C0FHGa-P57I/s320/The+plate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She was certain she heard his bells ringing while she set these out and ran to her bed for stories and prayers.  After all, Santa doesn't come until you are asleep! &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/241722556169659301-5290944285790210634?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5290944285790210634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=5290944285790210634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/5290944285790210634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/5290944285790210634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-eve-service.html' title='Christmas Eve Service'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3J9Qp2F53I/AAAAAAAAAHo/UeXeDrl8Uf4/s72-c/Christmas+Eve+lighting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-4908685173943185003</id><published>2007-12-24T17:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T17:14:44.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>Lately, many people have asked me how I and my family are doing.  I guess they mean how are we dealing with the holidays and just recently losing Aaron.  I know they mean well and honestly until Aaron’s death I would have said the same thing to a dear friend that had suffered such a loss.  But with my new perspective I really want to say “I’m awful – I’m depressed, I’m sad, I’m grieving.  Other than that I’m just fine, thanks for asking!” &lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness though, it’s made me consider what I really should say as a reply.  As I was thinking about it I also sat down to write my mom and dad a Christmas card.  Keeping in mind that Christmas time is NOT my mom’s favorite season, I knew this Christmas was going to be especially tough.  Very briefly, here are my thoughts! &lt;br /&gt;The man-made traditions of Christmas can leave us with emptiness, heartache and sadness.  Not to mention debt and regret!  It is difficult to face this "normally cheerful" holiday shadowed by the darkness of sorrow.  But the birth of our Savior that holy night gives us hope!  He was born with one purpose....to die – for each one of us that we would have life everlasting!  Through the grief we can truly rejoice that His birth AND death thousands of years ago brings us comfort.  We know that our sweet Aaron is with Him because he accepted that precious gift of eternal life and what better hope and comfort than that we too will be with Him!!  &lt;strong&gt;We will choose to enjoy Christ not necessarily Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are off to spend tonight with my mom and dad at Christmas Eve service.  I’ve always loved the candlelight, the songs and the beautiful quiet reflection.  I will especially cherish the sweet presence of each family member knowing our time is precious.   We miss Christina and the family and wish we had them all here to hold tonight.  Blessings to you all!&lt;br /&gt;Leah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-4908685173943185003?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/4908685173943185003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=4908685173943185003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/4908685173943185003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/4908685173943185003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-eve.html' title='Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-6682197224438118740</id><published>2007-12-24T16:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T17:02:05.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas activities</title><content type='html'>Last night we had our church program. The kids learned verses and recited them between songs they had rehearsed. The kids were a riot, one thing is for sure there isn't a shy kid in the church! They belted the parts they knew and gladly entertained us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3ArEZ2F5yI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7OYZIM1BgMg/s1600-h/Christmas+Program.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147661728741713698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3ArEZ2F5yI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7OYZIM1BgMg/s320/Christmas+Program.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Raegan is the smiley one in the middle with the head of curls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we enjoyed making cookies for Santa. Raegan is quite the cook, cracking the eggs and all. You can't see the apron that she's wearing but it was my Grandmother McCoy's. Grandmother never got to witness her grandchildren grow up and boy would she be surprised at how many great-grandchildren she has!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3ArEp2F5zI/AAAAAAAAAHI/JOsYMo70V7I/s1600-h/Baking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147661733036681010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3ArEp2F5zI/AAAAAAAAAHI/JOsYMo70V7I/s320/Baking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3ArE52F50I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fuOJQil_nfc/s1600-h/DSC02272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147661737331648322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3ArE52F50I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fuOJQil_nfc/s320/DSC02272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We baked enough cookies just for Santa and left the rest of the batter for Daddy and Raegan to enjoy all week. Yes, they eat the batter raw!  It's something they love to do when I'm gone - make batter and eat it.  Real healthy!!  Look at the hunk of batter on her spoon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3ArFJ2F51I/AAAAAAAAAHY/hDdHl6HiumM/s1600-h/us+licking+the+spoons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147661741626615634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3ArFJ2F51I/AAAAAAAAAHY/hDdHl6HiumM/s320/us+licking+the+spoons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3ArFZ2F52I/AAAAAAAAAHg/LbL0n9jmOo8/s1600-h/Reindeer+Bailey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147661745921582946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3ArFZ2F52I/AAAAAAAAAHg/LbL0n9jmOo8/s320/Reindeer+Bailey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bailey is getting into the Christmas spirit too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-6682197224438118740?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/6682197224438118740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=6682197224438118740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/6682197224438118740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/6682197224438118740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-activities.html' title='Christmas activities'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R3ArEZ2F5yI/AAAAAAAAAHA/7OYZIM1BgMg/s72-c/Christmas+Program.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-5440566550575125395</id><published>2007-12-20T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T20:10:07.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation with Grandma Charlotte</title><content type='html'>I spent an hour on the phone with Grandma Charlotte last night and found it so amusing that I thought I'd share.  First let me tell you that she is doing well and has had the dialysis port removed.  Her defibrillator is working and she has responded well to the implant.  Friday night she decided that she wanted to go back to "living on her own" and so she asked to be moved back into her mother-in-law suite that is attached to my parents' house.  She has a separate entrance but is still close enough that my mom runs back and forth all day checking on her and bringing her meals and meds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, she is enjoying her renewed freedom but is concerned about her weight!  Yes, you read it right - her weight.  Grandma turned 86 on Monday, is recovering from major surgery, lives on a renal diet and thinks that she needs to lose weight.  We women are never happy, are we?!  So I proceeded to ask her how much weight.  Well, she thought that 8 pounds would be just about right.  I'm thinking to myself some people have a good bowl movement and lose that much!  Anyways, I asked her why she wanted to lose 8 pounds and her response was that she has several skirts in her closet that she would like to wear again.  I inquired as to why and where she would be wearing a skirt these days and she said - "I want to go back to church again!"  I was so encouraged to hear her say that, it's been quite a long time since she's been able to go to church.  Initially her energy was so low that she couldn't even think about getting up and getting ready to go to church then her conditioned worsened and led to the defibrillator implant and it was absolutely impossible to take her.  She's got a little ways to go but the woman has drive I tell ya!  I hope she gets her wish and is able to get that skirt on and go to church soon - there are so many people waiting to welcome her back!  Oh and by the way Grandma Charlotte, HAPPY 86 and here's to many more.....years that is - not pounds!&lt;br /&gt;Leah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-5440566550575125395?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5440566550575125395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=5440566550575125395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/5440566550575125395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/5440566550575125395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2007/12/conversation-with-grandma-charlotte.html' title='Conversation with Grandma Charlotte'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-1936399543717229791</id><published>2007-12-15T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T15:00:03.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Must Hear This</title><content type='html'>I've not attached a youtube link on my blog yet, so I hope this will work.  If it doesn't I hope that Shannon tells me how to do it the correct way.  hee hee&lt;br /&gt;We all face the grief of losing someone or something we love.  But our perspective can be skewed by our own pain.  This is a phone call from a 12-yr old boy to Houston radio station KSBJ FM 89.3.  This little boy's comments are so amazingly profound, he is wise beyond his years.  It will move you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zCdZwitrNoY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zCdZwitrNoY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Leah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-1936399543717229791?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/1936399543717229791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=1936399543717229791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/1936399543717229791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/1936399543717229791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2007/12/must-hear-this.html' title='Must Hear This'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-5668562977029072254</id><published>2007-12-12T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T10:34:05.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The 7 Ups!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Wake Up !!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Decide to have a good day.&lt;br /&gt;"This is the day the Lord hath made;  let us rejoice and be glad in it." Psalms 118:24  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Dress Up !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                     &lt;br /&gt;The best way to dress up is to put on a smile. A smile is an inexpensive way to improve your looks.&lt;br /&gt;"The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at outward appearance,but the Lord looks at the heart."I Samuel 16:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Shut Up!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say nice things and learn to listen.God gave us two ears and one mouth, so He must have meant for us to do twice as much listening as talking."He who guards his lips guards his soul."  Proverbs 13:3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Stand Up!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; . . . for what you believe in.Stand for something or you will fall for anything.  "Let us not be weary in doing good; for at the proper time,we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good..." Galatians 6:9-10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Look Up !!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . . . to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;"I can do everything through Christ who strengthens me".  Philippians 4:13&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. Reach Up !!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .. . for something higher.&lt;br /&gt;"Trust in the Lord with all your heart,  and lean not unto your own understanding. In all your ways, acknowledge Him, and He will direct your path." Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Lift Up !!&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;/span&gt; . . your Prayers.&lt;br /&gt;"Do not worry about anything; instead PRAY ABOUT EVERYTHING." Philippians 4:6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-5668562977029072254?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/5668562977029072254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=5668562977029072254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/5668562977029072254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/5668562977029072254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2007/12/7-ups.html' title='The 7 Ups!'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-2737125217461255529</id><published>2007-12-12T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T09:57:39.638-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Time</title><content type='html'>Like everyone else this time of year, our lives are chaotic!  Add on top of that the emotional roller coaster of grieving and the dark northeast dreary weather and you have the recipe for…..well, depression.  There are days I just don’t want to wake up and face the day.  I would love to just stay in there and hibernate.  Each day I keep pushing myself all day and by evening I’m exhausted.  I decided to take some time on Monday to be alone and I went to the cemetery to visit Aaron’s gravesite.  I KNOW he’s not there, but it was cathartic to “talk to him”.  I guess I just needed to dump my feelings.  Unbeknown to me Mother and Daddy had been there Saturday and placed some pine and flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R1_yrBBicPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nikFl4O3WWs/s1600-h/Cemetary+-+mom%27s+pine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143096120303579378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R1_yrBBicPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nikFl4O3WWs/s320/Cemetary+-+mom%27s+pine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother and Daddy take great care in keeping his grave site cleared and attractive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had bought some pine shaped in a cross that I fell in love with. The cross is full of different pines and greens – so effervescent, strong and masculine.  It just reminded me of Aaron when I saw it.  It even has some sort of berries in it.  I just love it.  I had the florist add a plaid ribbon so that it would have that manly Christmas feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R1_ythBicQI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lXBuwRmWZN0/s1600-h/Cemetary+-+pine+cross+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143096163253252354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R1_ythBicQI/AAAAAAAAAGg/lXBuwRmWZN0/s320/Cemetary+-+pine+cross+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R1_ywRBicRI/AAAAAAAAAGo/k9KZp7OrZa4/s1600-h/Cemetary+-+pine+cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143096210497892626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R1_ywRBicRI/AAAAAAAAAGo/k9KZp7OrZa4/s320/Cemetary+-+pine+cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The view was not as clear and pristine as it was the day we buried him.  The wide open view of the mountains was covered by a thick fog and haze but in some odd way it was beautiful.  I don’t think I’ve ever been up there that I didn’t just stand there and take in the view.  It’s absolutely breathtaking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R1_yxxBicSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/U2N368V0MEM/s1600-h/Cemetary+-+hazy+view+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143096236267696418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R1_yxxBicSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/U2N368V0MEM/s320/Cemetary+-+hazy+view+(1).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R1_yyxBicTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/jx_-8c62KK4/s1600-h/Cemetary+-+hazy+view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143096253447565618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R1_yyxBicTI/AAAAAAAAAG4/jx_-8c62KK4/s320/Cemetary+-+hazy+view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I got home I got a call from Christina!  We talked for a long time. Sorry you didn’t get more done girl, but I can’t tell you how much that specific call meant to me.  Keep on keepin’ on, there’s a plan for your life and God is bigger than we can ever imagine! &lt;br /&gt; Leah&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/241722556169659301-2737125217461255529?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/2737125217461255529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=2737125217461255529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/2737125217461255529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/2737125217461255529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2007/12/taking-time.html' title='Taking Time'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/R1_yrBBicPI/AAAAAAAAAGY/nikFl4O3WWs/s72-c/Cemetary+-+mom%27s+pine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241722556169659301.post-425136496659625762</id><published>2007-12-06T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T09:46:16.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Months</title><content type='html'>Yesterday marked 2 months since Aaron's death.  Try as I may I just could not forget it.  So many things during the day reminded me of him, Christina and the kids.   When the kids were outside playing in the snow I thought of all the times we spent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sledriding&lt;/span&gt; down those hills on our farm in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Centerville&lt;/span&gt;.  I remember jumping on Aaron's back on a waxed up sled and screaming down the ice covered roads, hoping no one had been brave enough to drive up them.   Wow, what a rush!  I remember coming in from hours in the cold and my mom having hot chocolate for us all - the mix that she made from scratch!!  Loved that stuff. &lt;br /&gt;When we were kids, we were responsible for shoveling the snow and my mom was usually out there with us.  Sure enough, when I called her last night she told me she had been outside shoveling yesterday.  I'm sure her thoughts were of the same thing - Aaron.&lt;br /&gt;Last night as I was getting ready for bed I heard Joel in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Raegan's&lt;/span&gt; bedroom helping her with her spelling words and reading to her.  I closed my eyes and tried to record that voice and that moment in my memory.  Knowing how short life really is.   I cannot imagine facing the rest of my life without my dear husband and yet I know that I cannot live my life in fear of what could happen.  I'm comforted by the knowledge that God is in control.  He loves us, He wants what is best for us and He uses our lives to bring honor and glory to Him.   Just as He did with Aaron. &lt;br /&gt;Christina, you face an unspeakable difficulty each and every day, but we know that through Christ you have the power, the strength and the wisdom to lead your family.  He will give you rest, comfort, understanding, guidance and the unconditional love that He showed us at the cross! &lt;br /&gt;The kids are continually in our prayers.  My dear Samuel, you are a spitting image of your handsome daddy and I pray that you will grow in God's grace and He will heal your broken heart.  Your mom loves you more than life itself, she prays for you everyday as do we.    There are so many emotions that come and go - some good, some bad but we must learn how to channel or direct them so that we don't hurt those around us.  Talking and writing about them is good, even if it brings tears.  Those tears are part of the healing process.  We will face each milestone as it comes, praying for and encouraging each other and always trusting our Heavenly Father. &lt;br /&gt;We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/241722556169659301-425136496659625762?l=knottsfam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/feeds/425136496659625762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=241722556169659301&amp;postID=425136496659625762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/425136496659625762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/241722556169659301/posts/default/425136496659625762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knottsfam.blogspot.com/2007/12/two-months.html' title='Two Months'/><author><name>Leah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TP7CAzXEYb0/SNeu11sJREI/AAAAAAAAAow/UpacwvR97vA/S220/Joel+%26+I+%40+Canaan.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
