tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87826412173457946752024-03-19T01:47:39.733-07:00Adventures in AbshireLand
Our lives are filled with demonstrations of His great love and grace. We wish to capture some of those here and share with our family & friends.
Psalm 34:3 O magnify the LORD with me, and let us exalt His name together.The Abshireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12331287356095825131noreply@blogger.comBlogger262125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782641217345794675.post-27915013813445737292013-02-28T19:46:00.000-08:002013-02-28T20:12:41.993-08:00Moments that melt my heart!<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I don't want you confused by the title of this post. I do not want to paint some picturesque idea of life with three children and all that comes with that. Like the complaints of what I fixed for supper, or that I packed the wrong things for lunch, or maybe that I didn't get the laundry done fast enough. Because that is all well & true, and said around this home front. Those, I would like to go on the record, are NOT things that melt my heart. ;) But oh, in the moments when the very sweetest things are said and shared......I melt. Those heart melting things might include but are not limited to:<br /><br /><ul>
<li>"Mama, this is the <b>BEST</b> meal EVER!!!! Make this every night!" (For full effect, please hear that in the most demonstrative, Abshire-esque tone, at the supper table. </li>
<li>"I missed you so much while I was at school." </li>
<li>"I am sorry I was unkind and disrespectful. Please forgive me." </li>
<li>"Next year I start school, Mama. I am gonna miss you and you are gonna miss me. You're gonna cry. I'm gonna cry and we will be okay." Wow, that one made me cry. :') </li>
<li>As I tuck my almost teenager in, burrito style, my neck is grabbed and "I love you SSOOOOOO much Mama" is whispered so tenderly in my ear, I just want to hold on to that moment as long as I can. </li>
<li>Today, as a sleepy son rises from his nap, he crawls into my lap, "I just want to hug you, Mama, and never let go" I'm game!!!! :)</li>
<li>Tonight, as I tuck them in bed, "I love you to the moon and back..." & huge hugs from my <i>almost</i> teenager, like she hasn't seen me in days, after a long day at school.</li>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So I will take the melt your heart moments when they come. I now get it when I am complaining to a grandparent that they just smile and say, "I don't remember any of that. I just remember the good stuff." I love this "good stuff"!</span><br /></div>
The Abshireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12331287356095825131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782641217345794675.post-63859957331098405662012-11-12T07:28:00.001-08:002012-11-28T13:13:37.207-08:00Our Techno Boy!Luke is growing up in an age of ever advancing technology. He has only known that you can text, email, or Skype people. I know, if I had an iphone it would be Face Time, but that isn't the case.....yet. He loves his games on Abbey or I's Kindle Fires & plays on any ipod or smart phone that people are silly enough to let him play on. Boys are definitely different then girls....but is another post.<br />
So, yesterday morning he was so excited to sing his Bible study song to me that he pulls his boom box from his room and brings upstairs so I can listen to him. I am trying to dry my hair and get ready while he is doing all this. I see his frustration starting to build while he is trying to start is good old fashion boom box with no success. Finally he asked me, "Is there no wifi here Mama?" I can't even correct his poor grammar at this time, I am laughing so hard. My 5 year old boy thinks his boom box has a wifi problem when it is simply a power problem. I turn the power button on for him & he proceeds to march around singing the walls of Jericho, Veggie Tale style!The Abshireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12331287356095825131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782641217345794675.post-5601416975532216532012-03-13T14:30:00.001-07:002012-03-13T14:32:45.688-07:00Handsome!<div style="text-align: left;">
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As I was getting Luke ready for Bible study today, I told Luke we had to do his hair. He had slept <i><u>well </u></i>on his hair! ;) Upon his disapproval of me doing his hair, I showed him in the mirror how crazy it was! He conceded to me fixing that crazy hair! I showed him the finished product to which he replied, "Someone gonna say I am handsome!" Insert one cute grin & you got warm fuzzies that melt my stinkin' heart!</div>
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Luke picked a camouflage bear. How "boy" is that? I love it!<br />
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After a few trips he was well acquainted with the procedure - filling the bear, picking a heart, doing a silly heart dance before inserting the heart, and sewing bear up. Luke was very clear that he was <b><i>not</i></b> going to do a silly heart dance. I clued the bear maker in, who stilled tried to make him do the silly dance. I let the bear maker come to his own conclusions after several non-responsive requests. Upon receiving his heart being sewn up, Bear needs a bath to get the fuzzes off him!<br />
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I love this stuff. Third child, umpteenth bear, and it still gets me. I love stuffed animals. Hey, I don't have a Build-A-Bear!! I would choose a monkey, with sound & all! Missy Monkey needs to retire. She has lived a full & exciting life. Okay, back to Luke first bear. Super clean Bear ready to roll!!!!<br />
One cute boy with his very cute bear!<br />
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I look forward to many memories with our new little critter!<br />
Fun times!The Abshireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12331287356095825131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782641217345794675.post-27676827964091431582011-12-19T19:24:00.000-08:002011-12-21T19:39:54.559-08:00Little Handy Man<div style="clear: both; text-align: NONE;">Luke is very creative in his time home with Mama, while the girls are at school. This week, while I was wrapping presents and folding laundry, Luke comes in the laundry room and asks for a screw driver. This in and of itself is not unusual. He likes to "fix" things around the house, "Like Papa!" What was unusual was his third request for batteries. Yikes!!! All the "broken" toys that Luke had now work! The sham is up....Luke has figured out what "broken" means - it needs batteries!! Snap, it has become very noisy in that little boy's room!<br />
Counting the moments until those toys "break" again.<br />
I am sensing a shortage of batteries coming soon at the Abshire home front.<br />
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</div>The Abshireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12331287356095825131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782641217345794675.post-55480586310046667322011-12-07T17:16:00.000-08:002011-12-15T06:45:42.731-08:00Simple Things<div style="text-align: center;">In this season where I feel the UPS man is almost my best friend & my neighbors watch the endless "smiling" boxes (aka Amazon) coming to my door, it brings me much joy to see the <strong><em>simple things</em></strong> that bring my little man happiness. He makes music with the bubble wrap that comes in those "smiling" boxes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimDXQ_dcXNW4e6no2XLktX8Gh-sxKqtdY7T4qnM8U9RdRk_LmFLhUILSQzwISM2EVaIqPP8dXMqwMjJ8eRsHRWRh9dGKSi3cVTP3aTyYwGW2B1OuBvdg7luyiTa2ZkQrCqQGnYZsNfz2M/s1600/DSCN4080.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimDXQ_dcXNW4e6no2XLktX8Gh-sxKqtdY7T4qnM8U9RdRk_LmFLhUILSQzwISM2EVaIqPP8dXMqwMjJ8eRsHRWRh9dGKSi3cVTP3aTyYwGW2B1OuBvdg7luyiTa2ZkQrCqQGnYZsNfz2M/s400/DSCN4080.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I love it! He reminds me to look for joy in the simple things.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3JkOlr2AzNfv_JjpnVc6oO3rMjwOMGC1pBuEhWcpH81JIJTQ2TcgU8Yxw44Y5djD_QhDlERoyY10GEPyEwtSd_ifkgIVRCyg7l9t81FfS0L9Ud9COW8rl_Kc8UuncRkdp7w3TCmFEsOQ/s1600/DSCN4081.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3JkOlr2AzNfv_JjpnVc6oO3rMjwOMGC1pBuEhWcpH81JIJTQ2TcgU8Yxw44Y5djD_QhDlERoyY10GEPyEwtSd_ifkgIVRCyg7l9t81FfS0L9Ud9COW8rl_Kc8UuncRkdp7w3TCmFEsOQ/s400/DSCN4081.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">"If you can find joy in the simple things,</div><div style="text-align: center;">you will <em><strong>really</strong></em> enjoy the extravagant,</div><div style="text-align: center;">but never <strong><em>need</em></strong> it! ~ Eric Simpson</div>The Abshireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12331287356095825131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782641217345794675.post-60781825071425559422011-11-24T21:35:00.000-08:002011-12-01T13:38:06.995-08:00Happy Thanksgiving!!!<div style="text-align: center;">We had a blast at Thanksgiving. We headed up the hill to Grandpa & Grandma <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Cavey's,</span> for dinner. The whole family was there, armed with FOOD, hugs, & enough laughter to make your side hurt! The three siblings are too much together! Throw in some spouses, and crazy kiddos you have a recipe for side-splitting laughter! We have so much to be thankful for. My heart was so touched looking around at my family. There is a sticker I saw once that captures these moments:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">"We may not have it all together,</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">but together we have it all!!"</span></b></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ4UCoKBFw98Fmy9FaLo-x2k05RaqLUuBRTeY5Ey2S3cHW5P9dCMXxPzGk4dHjEZVNHRU4vgJFIYO3pvRl-QXH7mI3_kNmeyWq-RR7q5IO-0lcVX3GHySv6E3-bSQlDSOlFUggElOMVAI/s1600/DSCN3967.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ4UCoKBFw98Fmy9FaLo-x2k05RaqLUuBRTeY5Ey2S3cHW5P9dCMXxPzGk4dHjEZVNHRU4vgJFIYO3pvRl-QXH7mI3_kNmeyWq-RR7q5IO-0lcVX3GHySv6E3-bSQlDSOlFUggElOMVAI/s320/DSCN3967.JPG" /></a> <br />
Nicholas getting brave with his Uncle Aaron<br />
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One little 'turkey" in the air!<br />
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One "ham" in the air!<br />
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One princess in the air!<br />
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And they all come <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tumblin</span>' down!!!<br />
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Silly cousins ~ Ashleigh & Abbie<br />
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Happy Thanksgiving!!!<br />
Enjoy your turkeys!!!<br />
<div style="clear: both; text-align: NONE;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /></a></div>The Abshireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12331287356095825131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782641217345794675.post-71516707681600329792011-11-05T20:01:00.000-07:002011-11-05T20:02:08.423-07:00Home Sweet Home<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Luke says some pretty funny stuff, but one thing we don't want to forget is the saying he says as we pull into our driveway:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"Sweet home, sweet home!"</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">It is a sweet home! :)</span>The Abshireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12331287356095825131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782641217345794675.post-50927665246677326462011-09-09T16:33:00.000-07:002011-09-09T16:33:22.663-07:00Bump, Set, Spike..<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr4AsIR-RMP82MzNlsW3V-yBpq1Hl4dL2-jiAffmcU5uksvMSMtLUoYHz6oLHpNjSxaiI__bftEOQ4k_dcHDduKPrAuIFNn5XS82ur5m3YIHqnJd6sTM6ZGSfZZf2rpG9K2gpVygSf9Fk/s1600/2011-09-09.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr4AsIR-RMP82MzNlsW3V-yBpq1Hl4dL2-jiAffmcU5uksvMSMtLUoYHz6oLHpNjSxaiI__bftEOQ4k_dcHDduKPrAuIFNn5XS82ur5m3YIHqnJd6sTM6ZGSfZZf2rpG9K2gpVygSf9Fk/s400/2011-09-09.jpg" /></a></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: NONE;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Abbie had her first volleyball game today. This was a big day for her. She has been practicing her serves & bumps for weeks. We got her knee pads to protect those precious knees. Alright, actually we had to buy new ones because Abbie didn't want some one's sweaty old ones. I don't blame her. So she was decked out in her 3 sizes too big school uniform and lookin' way older then I want her to look. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Remind me, how did we get here so quick???? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Oh yeah, we blinked!!!! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The team did really good for their first game. Abbie even scored two points!!!! You go girl!!!! Papa & Mama were so proud of her. Luke even cheered the girls on. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Too stinkin' cute! Good times!</span></div></div>The Abshireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12331287356095825131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782641217345794675.post-53002755100295409582011-08-24T20:06:00.000-07:002011-09-09T16:18:20.395-07:00For the Love of Reading<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM7a2Yt0lTqSlhqHgg-LFpIqbGcjTxPYVV3TsQX5lt6-FydG750XVS2HfGysoe_ni30mQGbSwjrA7UqCh3-00NPiS6RAaPSmBQhfBqu0nFgxHTE7Zquj14vg8fcfdHX4twJF9VGyid4bw/s1600/DSCN3775.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM7a2Yt0lTqSlhqHgg-LFpIqbGcjTxPYVV3TsQX5lt6-FydG750XVS2HfGysoe_ni30mQGbSwjrA7UqCh3-00NPiS6RAaPSmBQhfBqu0nFgxHTE7Zquj14vg8fcfdHX4twJF9VGyid4bw/s400/DSCN3775.JPG" /></a></div><div style="clear: both; text-align: NONE;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is the sight I walked into tonight, as I went to tuck girls in bed. As one who LOVES to read and wanting so badly to impart the same love in my children, I about cried right there in their stinkin' doorway! I got a grip on my swelling heart & just smiled at both of my babies reading away. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Heck, I even gave them 20 extra minutes to read.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Love it!</div></div>The Abshireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12331287356095825131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782641217345794675.post-14230229234003027502011-08-22T20:42:00.000-07:002011-08-23T16:30:39.184-07:00Goin' Back<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>Goin' back pretty much encompassed our day, here at the Abshires. It was our first day goin' back to school, which starts our fall routine. Summers seem to get shorter and shorter as the children get older. I know this time is coming about a week before it is actually here. A somber cloud sits right over our home, okay, actually just over me, the week before my babies head back to school. I even add salt to the wound by visiting the Pioneer Woman's website on homeschooling. Papa just shakes his head at my melancholy mood. He has just learned to live through this "week before". So the day is here when they are goin' back to school. Papa likes to stay home on this day to take them to school. I have a funny suspicion that he likes to keep an eye on his attachment-disordered wife. Whatever the reasoning is, we all love that he is here and part of our morning. We both have our jobs on this "goin' back" morning. I get breakfast together, pack the lunches, do hair....he measures the children, makes sure they have backpacks and lunches, and herds them out the door. Off to school we go! <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abbie had a big growth spurt this year.</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">The girls are so excited to return to school. To see their friends they don't get to see over the summer, meet their new teachers, and to get back to a routine. They could hardly sleep last night. Needless to say, they don't have attachment-disorders! I am glad they enjoy their little school. It makes this transition so much easier on the Mama. </div><table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Kayanna can’t wait to see her classroom and hug on her new teacher. That’s my girl! She meets her teacher, barely lets Mama snap my traditional photo, and dashes to the playground to see her friends. Oh, okay baby, don’t worry about your Mama’s heart that is breaking! You just run off like you have been freed from prison!!! </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abbie with Mr. Cranfill - 6th Grade</td></tr>
</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">All righty then…..off to Abbie’s class. It is weird to see how quiet my spirited Abbie can be on her first day. She quietly finds her desk and checks out who is in her group. There are 20 boys to 10 girls in this class; so finding that female close to you brings an extra measure of comfort, in this classroom of testosterone. It is crazy to think that she is going to be in junior high next year. Okay, we will stop there! **Deep breath…..exhale**</div> <br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhktrPE-BMnor-c9Q1LkyoNuMftzKXLwj9vaaEpF21F8a0Pp6KpYiXdWucasgYO1DoJFczRJkJG0HQbUp7A2P181FmyqsLNZf_zI6IRnIRvgxyXRPUSmrF0h4Z9Je3XDjq-7vo8z1b9RCQ/s1600/DSCN3745.JPG" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhktrPE-BMnor-c9Q1LkyoNuMftzKXLwj9vaaEpF21F8a0Pp6KpYiXdWucasgYO1DoJFczRJkJG0HQbUp7A2P181FmyqsLNZf_zI6IRnIRvgxyXRPUSmrF0h4Z9Je3XDjq-7vo8z1b9RCQ/s320/DSCN3745.JPG" /></a>In all the chaos of going to the different classrooms and chatting with teachers and classmates, we lose track of Luke. We know where he is.....playing in the kindergarten playground, like he does every year. The other parents probably think he is a classmate of their child; riding the bikes, going down the slide, and talking with the other kids. Not a stinkin’ chance! He is hangin’ out with Mama another couple years. Yes, we have already noted the attachment disorder in this post. We need not visit the issue again. I have two years to prepare for his departure to school. That should be plenty of time to deal with things! Yeah, right!!!!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">So with girls off to school and Papa off with locksmith jobs, Luke and Mama head home to our routine. Luke has no problem with the girls goin' back to school. He has so much to do, explore, and play with, without anyone getting in his way. Mama has plenty to do as well. This first day always goes so quickly. I manage to squeeze in lunch with my two favorite men before picking the girls up. I love hearing all about their day. It is a battle for air time for the next hour.</div><br />
So begins our goin’ back season!<br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Goin’ back to school.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Goin’ back to friends.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Goin’ back to homework.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Goin’ back to a much needed exercise routine for Mama!</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Goin’ back to Bible study & the ladies I love studying His Word with.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Goin’ back to more structure, which I thrive on.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">As the day ends, I sit in my rocking chair on the front porch watching a dozen neighborhood kids play in the yard. My heart is warmed by the laughter and carefree spirit that surrounds me. There is no goin’ back to these days once they are gone, so I sit & soak it up! Life is precious! </div><br />
<div style="clear: both;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></a></div></div>The Abshireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12331287356095825131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782641217345794675.post-13451673614995314612011-07-21T14:37:00.000-07:002011-07-26T10:30:24.957-07:00Work Ethic & Funny ConversationsChores, they are a given around this Abshire home. This not a new concept. The girls have been putting their dishes away since they were little. Cleaning up dog poop…..who wanted the dogs?! Ya’ll agreed to the terms in – article 2B of the “Contractual Agreement of Children Caring for Live Animals”, prior to Mama agreeing to have animals!! I try not to remind them that in Mama’s perfect world they would be on a ranch with a TON of chores; so really, don’t complain. Well, we are doing chores yesterday and Hopie wasn’t happy about things. Here is a peek at life around here: <br />
• <u>Mama</u>: Hope, this is the third time I have had to ask you to clean up the poop.<br />
• <u>Hope</u>: I did.<br />
• <u>Mama</u>: Really Hope? Then why can I count three piles from where I am standing?<br />
Note: We have three dogs now, but we won’t go there!!!<br />
• <u>Hope</u>: <strong><em>SIGH</em></strong><br />
• <u>Mama</u>: Hope, when you have a job to do, you need to do it all the way & well. This is about work ethic, honey. Your boss isn’t gonna tell you three times. He’ll just fire you.<br />
<em>Note: I bite my tongue that I wouldn’t mind being fired some days!</em><br />
• <u>Hope</u>: Well, I am not getting a job.<br />
• <u>Mama</u>: Hope, how do you plan to pay for your home some day?<br />
• <u>Hope</u>: <strong><em>I am gonna live here forever!!!</em></strong><br />
Hoping my face doesn’t look as torqued as it feels!!! Yikes! As for now, we will be working on work ethic in a BIG way!!!!!The Abshireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12331287356095825131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782641217345794675.post-38674137257168453682011-07-16T13:53:00.000-07:002011-07-16T14:15:53.408-07:00They're Back!!!The girls returned from Wagon Train today. Luke & I missed them something fierce! Luke walked around the first few days asking where they were & when they would return. So he does really love them, even though he spends his days picking on them. That is just life & I wouldn’t want it any other way! When the cars turned the corner I got so excited. I couldn’t wait to get a hold of my babies. Yes, they will always be my babies!! I had a big mason jar of tea in my hands when Hopie leaped out of the car & came at me with all her might. I planted myself & gripped that jar of tea! Woo dawg can that girl hug!! She makes me proud! I lost all my tea but held on to that glass jar. Luke was so happy to see his sisters. He hugged all over them. Abbie wouldn’t put him down for the longest time. My girls were so excited to be home. I have heard the stories & cheers, seen the scars, smelt the hair (yikes), unpacked the clothes, read the notes, & know that I will be hearing camp stories for the next week as things come to their mind. I am so thankful they have these summer camp memories. Hume Lake holds a special place our hearts.<br />Unloading the truck!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhii0Nhc4hYzI1799U8ijfEITalhKsw8kLfKVKo1WLY5x0fSwAyg6X59B3xIx-DLytU_Bsx1dGp-EQYR3Fop-oA4le-HMUyTK-dV3_8VjeeIPzzT34n4wx-XjQp2N5bVcYo9CMhpE9ol1U/s1600/DSCN3074.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhii0Nhc4hYzI1799U8ijfEITalhKsw8kLfKVKo1WLY5x0fSwAyg6X59B3xIx-DLytU_Bsx1dGp-EQYR3Fop-oA4le-HMUyTK-dV3_8VjeeIPzzT34n4wx-XjQp2N5bVcYo9CMhpE9ol1U/s320/DSCN3074.JPG" /></a><br />Luke playing dinosaurs with Abbie.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2nYOfQOcX00mA8OYC_iqnSL_SqGDOISrcLmWuMr_artZN2gDrn9yVbhkH4Kz76avNJdGA645bt5FxVnX3jHO_5bav7lk_KVaohj3aBpbUAeU7E0Rr72iWuG3vDl6JR9lUm8w5J_FVSa8/s1600/DSCN3075.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2nYOfQOcX00mA8OYC_iqnSL_SqGDOISrcLmWuMr_artZN2gDrn9yVbhkH4Kz76avNJdGA645bt5FxVnX3jHO_5bav7lk_KVaohj3aBpbUAeU7E0Rr72iWuG3vDl6JR9lUm8w5J_FVSa8/s320/DSCN3075.JPG" /></a><br />They missed each other!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWnsEN1-Uw12RZ9Y4-sZXRnNIjDR4_PVxTBrrh7-RlKhcUCZCvoYKwnRSCwcoN6IDQxrrnYA0Adds4GsDhkfZpS28OHzyvmW3hx_AhsCGvm-hj2ey-4LAAVTVuyXAKGELm5Egh1GQRut8/s1600/DSCN3076.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWnsEN1-Uw12RZ9Y4-sZXRnNIjDR4_PVxTBrrh7-RlKhcUCZCvoYKwnRSCwcoN6IDQxrrnYA0Adds4GsDhkfZpS28OHzyvmW3hx_AhsCGvm-hj2ey-4LAAVTVuyXAKGELm5Egh1GQRut8/s320/DSCN3076.JPG" /></a><br />I actually love this sight!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgysKHp21-MXxPNdRCeD8eTa8IuWykOCXPJXJGRmccq8yzUUm1hzSmFmgzkd4z2qdMQ0mlJapliejs_EVVcs2vshVDBHGlKD4Km0wxVjF7k2Mo0sb1xwxGFbTi5BkXxvdippTmpJMQifrY/s1600/DSCN3077.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgysKHp21-MXxPNdRCeD8eTa8IuWykOCXPJXJGRmccq8yzUUm1hzSmFmgzkd4z2qdMQ0mlJapliejs_EVVcs2vshVDBHGlKD4Km0wxVjF7k2Mo0sb1xwxGFbTi5BkXxvdippTmpJMQifrY/s320/DSCN3077.JPG" /></a><br />My babies all back together!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFvUBL-LdJthvYHDxlVHtOmr-dGxK_ONdmSVPNUPRRBGOdDi5QTOqObAnN-fOp91c43CfwAsckZG1dtF0xf2AqKp6ToAI3EQNYOfjITA1kcHHuNeHQb-dUoiEbgYbCNb2wh_tB28CBGRc/s1600/DSCN3079.JPG"><img border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFvUBL-LdJthvYHDxlVHtOmr-dGxK_ONdmSVPNUPRRBGOdDi5QTOqObAnN-fOp91c43CfwAsckZG1dtF0xf2AqKp6ToAI3EQNYOfjITA1kcHHuNeHQb-dUoiEbgYbCNb2wh_tB28CBGRc/s320/DSCN3079.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div style="CLEAR: both"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" border="0" alt="Posted by Picasa" align="middle" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" /></a></div>The Abshireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12331287356095825131noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782641217345794675.post-30701398597623654162011-07-13T21:59:00.000-07:002011-07-26T10:34:59.241-07:00My Mom - 70 Amazing Years<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">My amazing Mom celebrated her 70th birthday today. Her birthday has had me thinking back over the life I have gotten to share with this woman I call Mom. Mom, by definition means “female parent”, but any mom knows that is the lamest definition EVER. It can be the most unappreciated job that you can’t quit or walk out on! I will only share the definition of <em>my Mom</em>, and it is HARDLY exhaustive. I hope you get a glimpse of the amazing woman that I get the privilege of calling “Mom”.</span> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">• <u>Cook</u> – She is a great cook and not just supper. She cooked breakfast every morning for her family. I am so thankful for all the breakfasts she stood & made.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">• <u>Chauffeur</u> – She got me to every Girl Scout meeting, every ballet class, every soccer game, & t-ball practice and that is just me. She had three children!! I would love to know the miles we put on that white station wagon.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">• <u>Spiritual Advisor</u> – She raised her family on a foundation of faith. She wanted all of us to know & love the Lord.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">• <u>Professional Mover</u> – My Mom moved us more times then I can count. She made sure we all knew how to pack a box so things would not be broken. We made two cross country moves with no breakage! You taught us well Mom!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">• <u>Wise Business Woman</u> – My earliest memories are in my parent’s upholstery shop that was behind our home in Ohio. Weaving in & out of fabrics & playing with tacks….ouch! She is an incredible business woman that always knew what to do & when to do it.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">• <u>“Single Parent”</u> – My folks have been married over 45 years, but there were stretches of time that my Dad would be in another state finding work. The 80’s were not the best years. Many plants shut down, which we experienced not once, but twice. So Mom stayed behind sold homes, packed boxes, disciplined children, ran a home by herself! She amazes me!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">• <u>Cheerleader</u> – Mom ingrained in us that there wasn’t anything we couldn’t do. We weren’t even allowed to use the word can’t in our home growing up. She would say “you can do anything you put your mind to”. I even got in trouble with a nun when I corrected her when she told me I couldn’t do something.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">• <u>Servant</u> – I cannot ever remember a time my Mom hasn’t served. She has served her parents, her family, at church, at work & co-workers, her children’s schools & activities, neighbors, strangers, the homeless …….She is a beautiful example of servant-hood. We served as a family our entire life. I cherish the memories of serving together. A virtue that I treasure & want to pass on to my own family.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">• <u>Tenacious</u> – She never gave up on me. I was quite a handful to raise. I really gave her a run for her money. I gave her a ton of heartbreak & disappointments, yet she always believed in me.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">• <u>Thoughtful</u> – She constantly amazes me with how thoughtful & caring she is to everyone around her. As her daughter, she was always there with 2 weeks worth of food & tons of diapers when I brought babies home from the hospital. She always picks up the cutest things for you with “I thought of you when I saw this.” Always giving!!!!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">• <u>Biggest Inspiration</u> – Now having children of my own & seeing my characteristics coming out of them, I am even more appreciative to my parents. My Hopie is so much like me when I was little. My parents have had the “you will get through this” talk with me several times! I find a peace in the fact that I am still alive & they didn’t kill me; also, that they survived raising me. They have some pretty fabulous stories of “getting through it”! So I too, know that by God’s grace I will get through this whole parenting thing!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">This is a glimpse of the gift I have been given by my Mom. I would count it a blessing to be told, <em>“You turned out to be like your Mom!” </em></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Happy Birthday Mom ~ I love you so very much!</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Your Daughter,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Elizabeth</span><br />
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<div style="clear: both;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></a>The pictures fail to capture the sistas throwing each other in the pool several times! We were like drowned rats, in our clothes, walking home. We cracked ourselves up! That is not hard for us!</div>The Abshireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12331287356095825131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782641217345794675.post-85202914446327240352011-07-08T21:02:00.000-07:002011-07-25T15:19:16.032-07:00Finishing StrongWe are finishing our swim season tonight & have had a great season. The girls branched out and competed in new strokes this year. They practiced very hard this summer. We are so proud of those two critters, or should I say fish! Here are some shots of our last swim meet at Garces:<br />
Hopie's Self Portrait - Mad Dog Face<br />
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Abbie headed into the water<br />
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Ab's freestyle<br />
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Abbie getting ready for her backstroke<br />
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Hope's freestyle<br />
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One funny thing after our season of swim meets; when Luke races he goes like this:<br />
"Take your mark, set, beeeep"<br />
That cracked us up. That is a boy who has sat through his fair share of swim meets at the age of 4.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My man made me the perfect s'more!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Reward Trip for BBQ ticket sales! Way to go Abs!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Never a dull moment</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Abbie with her work of art at the fair.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beautiful ~ we are so proud of her.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Hannah also had an art piece at the fair.</td></tr>
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<div style="clear: both;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></a></div></div>The Abshireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12331287356095825131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782641217345794675.post-10601477198395446962010-09-23T20:43:00.000-07:002011-07-16T22:42:07.286-07:00I Stink!<div><div style="text-align: center;">We love the library! These two books have been staples in our book checkouts! I STINK, is a great book that teaches the alphabet. I have read it to all of the children's classes when they were in first grade. I will probably read it to Luke's too. Everyone giggles when we come to "P" for "puppy poo"! </div><div style="text-align: center;">Why does potty talk always crack us up?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimO0t0LV8kDCJg_lSlisbbuiLfkg2lxXPZX2Et_SoT2fNlQLQ09AUbvC1C5APLGDFl89ykhFBhEdT0fnpGqvE8W4QZ24pEq96el4l7hFc0XTL9y3_jhNC-Uf5ajDJ9lbo0XRRdoUVU8Ok/s1600/DSCN1740.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimO0t0LV8kDCJg_lSlisbbuiLfkg2lxXPZX2Et_SoT2fNlQLQ09AUbvC1C5APLGDFl89ykhFBhEdT0fnpGqvE8W4QZ24pEq96el4l7hFc0XTL9y3_jhNC-Uf5ajDJ9lbo0XRRdoUVU8Ok/s400/DSCN1740.JPG" /></a> </div><br />
<div style="clear: both;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; background: 0% 50%; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /></a></div></div>The Abshireshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12331287356095825131noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782641217345794675.post-81448816460857583012010-09-09T20:41:00.000-07:002011-07-16T22:34:32.729-07:00My Sweet Abby<div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;">Abby, often referred to as, my “oldest Abby”, is absolutely precious to this Mama. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She is my adopted teenage daughter.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have known her since she was 4 years old and watched her grown into an amazing young woman. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She ran for Rose Queen and I wanted to share some pics of the evening.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwtlq0jEcMrhvAFPj2fUPlkTWzVN8-zhpgvszDKnE6yqQIc4cD7Dm5cSesC6tIqCwPmoRlgyRPWF4pq_a8-hFjovpZvgcUcgca0xRu4f21GJFKKvt5TLojITcWbTcTMCV0Zb-nBplCFR4/s1600/DSCN1690.JPG" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwtlq0jEcMrhvAFPj2fUPlkTWzVN8-zhpgvszDKnE6yqQIc4cD7Dm5cSesC6tIqCwPmoRlgyRPWF4pq_a8-hFjovpZvgcUcgca0xRu4f21GJFKKvt5TLojITcWbTcTMCV0Zb-nBplCFR4/s400/DSCN1690.JPG" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ-UKEh1zJ_1tOPqu2coS0HLlNS7kME4Nld5ID2AFA0pkkpPNECNGTsUGX5rezsVdAmzzPDXzfuBPJZsGa-YwGYW3AwntZEDkl9ReitFECmEPGlO5TQc3wueX5VwA1YXIAZVpCujWV3rw/s1600/DSCN1692.JPG" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ-UKEh1zJ_1tOPqu2coS0HLlNS7kME4Nld5ID2AFA0pkkpPNECNGTsUGX5rezsVdAmzzPDXzfuBPJZsGa-YwGYW3AwntZEDkl9ReitFECmEPGlO5TQc3wueX5VwA1YXIAZVpCujWV3rw/s400/DSCN1692.JPG" /></a></div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaz02G8elErR3MIuqGslCmRuiQjYeQkNfT-xOZiJL0ByjB5vAMmu9Agr6jF7u_TAn7odmiuoWP-f7-Tiz29STtrIGhrXXz22-2k9F6toSxuqj1zeGk5XYuiTyb4hfaT6AZ6QsjkvclLCI/s1600/DSCN1700.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaz02G8elErR3MIuqGslCmRuiQjYeQkNfT-xOZiJL0ByjB5vAMmu9Agr6jF7u_TAn7odmiuoWP-f7-Tiz29STtrIGhrXXz22-2k9F6toSxuqj1zeGk5XYuiTyb4hfaT6AZ6QsjkvclLCI/s400/DSCN1700.JPG" /></a><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We are so proud of Abby!</td></tr>
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