<?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-1095067824184055602</id><updated>2012-02-14T22:58:33.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure The Promise</title><subtitle type='html'>Rev. Kenneth W. (Ken) Byrd</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-2269839979583027638</id><published>2012-02-09T12:12:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T22:58:34.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'> More Refrigerator Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;...this one from 6 year old Jada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wTgtN1fqjrg/TzQMC-kRflI/AAAAAAAACAI/jtX_aUAkZHo/s1600/020812+jada+art001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wTgtN1fqjrg/TzQMC-kRflI/AAAAAAAACAI/jtX_aUAkZHo/s400/020812+jada+art001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Regular followers of this blog know I'm a big fan of refrigerator art--if you want to see what's important to people, go look at what's on the outside of the refrigerator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Last night I met with a couple to work out details of their wedding ceremony next month. This will be a blended family, so I got to meet six year old Jada, a charmer with dark hair and big, dark eyes. I always have paper, crayons and stickers with me for such occasions, so I asked Jada to make something for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;She asked what she should draw. I told her to draw something that gives her happy thoughts. Above is the result--from left to right: grandfather, Jada, mom, dad, grandmother. Interesting how you can find out what's in a child's mind just by asking the right question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-2269839979583027638?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/2269839979583027638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=2269839979583027638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/2269839979583027638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/2269839979583027638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2012/02/more-refrigerator-art.html' title='&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt; More Refrigerator Art&lt;/span&gt;'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wTgtN1fqjrg/TzQMC-kRflI/AAAAAAAACAI/jtX_aUAkZHo/s72-c/020812+jada+art001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-496973610723847310</id><published>2012-01-02T18:16:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T15:55:56.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A 2011 Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: blue;"&gt;...that I wish hadn't happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ftnteyKV1Lo/TwJInw19zqI/AAAAAAAACAA/Ap84XoFuhXA/s1600/Image_36.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ftnteyKV1Lo/TwJInw19zqI/AAAAAAAACAA/Ap84XoFuhXA/s1600/Image_36.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: blue;"&gt;You may have heard about the multiple murder/suicide that occurred in Grapevine at Christmas. A tragedy to be sure, and I grieved for the families. However, it became a lot more personal for me when I learned a few days ago that I had actually met at least one, and possibly more, of the victims. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: blue;"&gt;Last June I had&amp;nbsp;the honor to officiate at a Persian themed wedding at Union Station in downtown Dallas. It was truly an international affair with guests from multiple countries, including Iran. The bride's family, of Iranian heritage, wanted elements of a traditional Persian wedding, so the bride and groom asked me to structure a ceremony accordingly. The ceremony took place at a beautiful stage setting, including the traditional Persian "sofreh", or wedding cloth spread with decorations, sweets, pastries, and other items. Part of the ceremony takes place with the bride and groom sitting behind the platform, but there is traditionally a mirror on the sofreh, so that they may see each other's reflection. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qX1htbMoJSg/TwJIkq16PXI/AAAAAAAAB_4/Xhnu8R-9iKo/s1600/Image_29.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qX1htbMoJSg/TwJIkq16PXI/AAAAAAAAB_4/Xhnu8R-9iKo/s1600/Image_29.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: blue;"&gt;The sofreh and other decorations you see in the picture were designed and arranged by Zohreh Rahmaty, a delightfully creative woman. She was one of the victims; the shooter was her brother-in-law. It's likely I met some of the other victims, but don't know for certain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: blue;"&gt;My point is, we are not guaranteed tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; Whatever you need to get said or done, get it said or done sooner rather than later. I imagine that thought has crossed the mind of family and friends who lost loved ones in this senseless tragedy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: blue;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: blue;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-496973610723847310?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/496973610723847310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=496973610723847310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/496973610723847310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/496973610723847310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2012/01/2011-event.html' title='A 2011 Event'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ftnteyKV1Lo/TwJInw19zqI/AAAAAAAACAA/Ap84XoFuhXA/s72-c/Image_36.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-5405896447714260498</id><published>2011-12-23T20:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T14:24:15.271-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarlet Ribbons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;...for Sydney's Hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7KdeIw2n0KA/TvU_mWzeoHI/AAAAAAAAB_s/TYpbbitCnm4/s1600/sydney.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7KdeIw2n0KA/TvU_mWzeoHI/AAAAAAAAB_s/TYpbbitCnm4/s1600/sydney.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Can't help but wonder what might have been. This would have been Sydney Grace's fourth Christmas, with all the anticipation and wonder that a little girl would have. Came across the old song "Scarlet Ribbons" a few days ago and it made me think about what I might have bought for my grand daughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Whatever gifts there might be, mainly I would want her to sit in granddaddy's lap, and feel warm and loved and safe. My comfort is that she is sitting in the Father's lap, feeling warm and loved and eternally safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-5405896447714260498?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/5405896447714260498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=5405896447714260498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/5405896447714260498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/5405896447714260498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/12/scarlet-ribbons.html' title='Scarlet Ribbons'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7KdeIw2n0KA/TvU_mWzeoHI/AAAAAAAAB_s/TYpbbitCnm4/s72-c/sydney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-7678027396639835578</id><published>2011-12-19T16:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T14:24:33.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Gus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TfA53SfjoFI/Tu-_ygN7MqI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/u0Bqjnyi6zY/s1600/393771_341108109236481_100000118848056_1477719_1145868176_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TfA53SfjoFI/Tu-_ygN7MqI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/u0Bqjnyi6zY/s320/393771_341108109236481_100000118848056_1477719_1145868176_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;...Baby Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Newest grandson, Augustus, scored his first acting gig this week, playing the baby Jesus in a live Nativity scene in Round Rock. I hear he got rave reviews. Heather was cast as the BVM (Blessed Virgin Mary). Have no idea who the dude is playing Joseph. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4bDbZH-hE_M/TvAdiXxuQII/AAAAAAAAB_c/38u4ElpYqTU/s1600/377845_328822200462729_100000048552759_1359541_649609137_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4bDbZH-hE_M/TvAdiXxuQII/AAAAAAAAB_c/38u4ElpYqTU/s200/377845_328822200462729_100000048552759_1359541_649609137_n.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The second pic was taken of Heather at a company Christmas party this week. No wonder that my grandsons are photogenic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-7678027396639835578?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/7678027396639835578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=7678027396639835578&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/7678027396639835578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/7678027396639835578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/12/baby-gus.html' title='Baby Gus'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TfA53SfjoFI/Tu-_ygN7MqI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/u0Bqjnyi6zY/s72-c/393771_341108109236481_100000118848056_1477719_1145868176_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-6472832371758872888</id><published>2011-12-07T21:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T14:36:35.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Liam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6f4oJpYhJ4/TuAzD7m-ZQI/AAAAAAAAB-s/7Nf15RQZkcY/s1600/infant+liam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;...hardly seems like seven years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Liam Christopher Byrd, born December 7, 2004.&amp;nbsp; He was only 4 lbs 12 oz and came into the world early and with some drama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I remember getting the phone call that an emergency c-section was about to happen. We could hardly draw a good breath for a couple of hours while we waited for news. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5FBriMLls0/TuBRQe5cYLI/AAAAAAAAB_E/DrwmSJ2ESY8/s1600/34.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5FBriMLls0/TuBRQe5cYLI/AAAAAAAAB_E/DrwmSJ2ESY8/s200/34.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This miracle baby, grandson #2 in the flock, is now a strapping young lad in grade school. He has a way of looking at you, with those blue eyes, that makes you feel as if he's looking right into your soul. He also has a sensitive side and a creative, crazy side that comes straight from his father. Liam may also be the best big brother in the world, who watches after his little bro and is usually tolerant of Henry's H-bombness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Liam. You make granddaddy proud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My Blogger dashboard is being obstinate tonight. You'll just have to scroll down to see the pix. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nJe5Qv6GHDg/TuAycy01lFI/AAAAAAAAB-U/g-IRYRsWCG0/s1600/henry_and_liam+reading.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: right; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" mda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nJe5Qv6GHDg/TuAycy01lFI/AAAAAAAAB-U/g-IRYRsWCG0/s320/henry_and_liam+reading.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zarRi2Dbbio/TuAyUr70HPI/AAAAAAAAB-M/MbgStJ-X3Ns/s1600/382779_2841903969739_1323521263_3189229_515269954_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; 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cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="216" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eKoGCPYEw6U/TtfvSUtEKRI/AAAAAAAAB-A/p4KpHVav2H4/s320/stardust_celebrations.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; &lt;/span&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;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Even though I officiate many weddings each year, it isn’t often I get a behind-the-scenes look at what goes on in the weeks and months leading up to the big day. However, I was recently given a peek behind the curtain, courtesy of Marsha Ballard French of Stardust Celebrations in Plano. A link to their website is below. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;While I had known and worked with Marsha on specific weddings, my association with her was usually only on wedding day or at AACWP events, so I mainly knew her as one of the premier event planners in Texas. I was aware that she owned a bridal salon and I assumed—incorrectly—that it was a mom-and-pop that sold a few wedding dresses and shoes. Boy, was I ever wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68imhbXiXTQ/TtfvQdQ6YvI/AAAAAAAAB94/YBQJtH8p10I/s1600/sbsalon_btm_img02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-68imhbXiXTQ/TtfvQdQ6YvI/AAAAAAAAB94/YBQJtH8p10I/s1600/sbsalon_btm_img02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Recently Marsha invited me to come to Stardust Celebrations to meet with a couple getting married next year. Marsha is planning their event for them and very kindly gave me the opportunity to talk with them about having&amp;nbsp;me officiate. Because I got there early, Marsha and some of the staff gave me a tour. I was not prepared for the scope of it all.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Two floors, thousands of square feet of wedding gowns, bridesmaid gowns, flower girl dresses, mother’s gowns, jewelry, shoes, accessories, tuxedos (and other men’s accessories) and more, much more. Mirrored walls are numerous. Staff are everywhere. Just walking in the front door, and being greeted, you get the feeling that this is a place of purpose and they know what they’re doing. In fact, two sentences I found on the Stardust website seem to sum up their mission: “Getting married happens in one day, planning a wedding takes months.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eKh9owj7AB0/Ttfu_7TqTXI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/QQraMsE1cv4/s1600/inv_bot_img02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eKh9owj7AB0/Ttfu_7TqTXI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/QQraMsE1cv4/s1600/inv_bot_img02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Marsha and Stardust have been featured in magazines and television shows such as “Girl Meets Gown” on the WE Network (see more about this show and watch video by clicking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wetv.com/shows/girl-meets-gown"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;.) Marsha is a member and past president of the American Association of Certified Wedding Planners. She routinely is involved in training and mentoring the next generation of wedding planners by helping with AACWP classes and allowing interns to shadow her during event planning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dhbfUdpSrJo/TtfvIGAisKI/AAAAAAAAB9o/8Q9nxZPcP0Q/s1600/mo_img02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dhbfUdpSrJo/TtfvIGAisKI/AAAAAAAAB9o/8Q9nxZPcP0Q/s320/mo_img02.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;If I were to list all of the awards, magazine covers, magazine articles and other press given to Stardust, it would take a few pages, so I’ll just invite you to click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stardustcelebrations.com/press.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; to see what others say about Stardust. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;After my tour and visiting with my couple, I now know why each ceremony I’ve ever done where Marsha was involved, was organized and ran so smoothly. She makes it look easy, but I know it’s not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7TgTHy27cbw/TtfvFw5VSCI/AAAAAAAAB9g/qdwvRvkRAdE/s1600/img_tuxedos02.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="198" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7TgTHy27cbw/TtfvFw5VSCI/AAAAAAAAB9g/qdwvRvkRAdE/s320/img_tuxedos02.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You can learn more about Stardust Celebrations by clicking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stardustcelebrations.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;, or visit them in person at 6464 W Plano Pkwy Plano,TX 75093 I haven’t yet had the opportunity to visit their other two stores, Lulu’s Bridal (located in uptown Dallas) and A Bridal Closet (located at Shops of Willow Bend, between Macy’s and Neiman’s.) Maybe I’ll get that invitation sometime.&lt;/span&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;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My bride and groom are in good hands. My thanks to Marsha and the Stardust staff for a truly eye opening tour. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Blessings,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-8461044460815224874?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/8461044460815224874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=8461044460815224874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/8461044460815224874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/8461044460815224874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/12/stardust-celebrations.html' title='Stardust Celebrations'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eKoGCPYEw6U/TtfvSUtEKRI/AAAAAAAAB-A/p4KpHVav2H4/s72-c/stardust_celebrations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-6643307861019034031</id><published>2011-11-29T23:59:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T14:26:07.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney's Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;...a father's heart is torn in two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Regular readers already know this story. On November 29, 2007 we got the news that our granddaughter, Sydney Grace, had died in utero due to a severe placental abruption. That sounds blunt, but it's the fact. Ian called me that day to break the news. Because we were so close to delivery date, I immediately answered my phone whenever I saw his name in the caller id. I picked up the phone expecting happy news, but no. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Sydney Grace was born still the next day; we almost lost Alyssa that day, but thanks to generous donors she received several units of blood which saved her life. Alyssa was in critical condition; my son had to make funeral arrangements for his daughter. No father should have to do that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;While there will never be any "getting over" Sydney's death, they decided to move forward and trust God for the future. Fortunately, God blessed them with Henry two years later. I don't really know if I could be that strong and I admire them for their faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I was somewhat aware that Ian was working on a project for Sydney and only a few weeks ago found out that he had been working on "Sydney's Song". The recording process took about a year. The result is now complete and can be heard, for free, or it can be downloaded in almost any format you want for a small donation. &lt;strong&gt;Proceeds will&amp;nbsp;go to the Abba Fund at Desert Springs Church in Albuquerque--this fund is used&amp;nbsp;to help couples with expenses incurred in the adoption process; Ian and Alyssa have decided they want a third child and have begun the journey to adopt. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowtransparency="allowtransparency" frameborder="0" height="100" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/v=2/track=345702061/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/" style="display: block; height: 100px; position: relative; width: 400px;" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I hope you'll click the link&amp;nbsp;above and listen to the song. Even though it's initially about losing their daughter, it is ultimately about our knowledge that we can see her again, in heaven. BTW, a word about the little wind chimes you'll hear at the beginning and end of the song- at Sydney's memorial service several months later, Lyss gave us all little wind chimes to remember Sydney. We hung ours in the crepe myrtle over our garden bench. Sometimes when we sit there, the breeze makes the chimes tinkle and we always say "Hi, Sydney". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;And sometimes, they make noise when there is&amp;nbsp;no&amp;nbsp;breeze at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-6643307861019034031?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/6643307861019034031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=6643307861019034031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/6643307861019034031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/6643307861019034031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/11/sydneys-song.html' title='Sydney&apos;s Song'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-4717503960651151530</id><published>2011-11-09T21:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T14:25:01.397-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Augustus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...surrounded by love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-voNkwODlLAs/Trs_-sqKC6I/AAAAAAAAB84/30GgQvQUpEM/s1600/gus+nander+heather.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-voNkwODlLAs/Trs_-sqKC6I/AAAAAAAAB84/30GgQvQUpEM/s320/gus+nander+heather.jpg" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The look on Alexander's face says it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-4717503960651151530?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/4717503960651151530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=4717503960651151530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/4717503960651151530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/4717503960651151530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/11/augustus.html' title='Augustus'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-voNkwODlLAs/Trs_-sqKC6I/AAAAAAAAB84/30GgQvQUpEM/s72-c/gus+nander+heather.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-2000468470504190887</id><published>2011-10-09T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T12:21:49.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-629hny10kXI/TpHX4DgtmVI/AAAAAAAAB8k/na1-gDoFvj4/s1600/gus+birth+announcement001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400px" kca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-629hny10kXI/TpHX4DgtmVI/AAAAAAAAB8k/na1-gDoFvj4/s400/gus+birth+announcement001.jpg" width="283px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...for our newest grandson. Loves me some grandbabies!&lt;br /&gt;Big brothers Aidan and Alexander are learning a new skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Ken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-2000468470504190887?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/2000468470504190887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=2000468470504190887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/2000468470504190887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/2000468470504190887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/10/birth-announcement.html' title='Birth Announcement'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-629hny10kXI/TpHX4DgtmVI/AAAAAAAAB8k/na1-gDoFvj4/s72-c/gus+birth+announcement001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-1418284113404105335</id><published>2011-09-28T16:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T20:16:22.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Gus Pix</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;...can't get enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KBeoYanixH8/ToOOWu7GGuI/AAAAAAAAB8U/1fMpthxLuZM/s1600/g3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KBeoYanixH8/ToOOWu7GGuI/AAAAAAAAB8U/1fMpthxLuZM/s320/g3.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gus and big bro, Aidan&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Donna gets to go to Round Rock tomorrow for a visit but I can't go until next week. So she gets to hold him first!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;update 9/29/11 5pm. She called. he's adorable &amp;amp; cuddly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CoJDaGmE374/ToOOfP4wQXI/AAAAAAAAB8c/dPZttea45RU/s1600/g4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CoJDaGmE374/ToOOfP4wQXI/AAAAAAAAB8c/dPZttea45RU/s320/g4.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gus with big bro, Alexander, and mom, Heather&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd73R9TbooA/ToOOZ6ji2XI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/CHOpf_TThig/s1600/gus+092711.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vd73R9TbooA/ToOOZ6ji2XI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/CHOpf_TThig/s320/gus+092711.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gus in dreamland&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-1418284113404105335?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/1418284113404105335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=1418284113404105335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/1418284113404105335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/1418284113404105335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/09/more-gus-pix.html' title='More Gus Pix'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KBeoYanixH8/ToOOWu7GGuI/AAAAAAAAB8U/1fMpthxLuZM/s72-c/g3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-5553917232756525570</id><published>2011-09-13T17:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T23:10:58.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gus Arrives Early</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;...nothing like&amp;nbsp;a dramatic entry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/granddaddybyrd/September13201102#5651973073269377778" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" rba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jj2c_szg-TU/Tm_XkJBLSvI/AAAAAAAAB70/cmJkgp-xBX0/s320/0906112029.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Augustus, Day 3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Augustus Christopher Byrd arrived on Sunday, Sept 4, weighing in at 6 lbs 13 oz. That's a good weight considering that he was&amp;nbsp;a month early. He came into the world by emergency c-section, and has been in the NICU at the Round Rock hospital.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;On the up side, the IV's have been taken out, the feeding tube removed and is breathing room air instead of the oxygen assist. It was really hard to look at all the wires and tubes he had hooked up to him; fortunately, those wonderful folks in the scrubs know how to operate all the electronic stuff being used. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/granddaddybyrd/September13201103#5651973306696724402" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" rba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EXRFlj_6I_0/Tm_Xxuml77I/AAAAAAAAB8A/BlkRme8B_3s/s320/0913111153.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Augustus, day 9&lt;/div&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;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿As&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; of today, he's feeding well and is gaining weight. He still has to pass some benchmarks before they'll release him. We still haven't been able to hold him because of the monitors that are still hooked up to him. &lt;/span&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 style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;May God richly bless the staff at St. David's/Round Rock Hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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 style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;update: 9/16/11&amp;nbsp; Word is Gus may get to go home on Sunday 9/18. 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&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sometime back I had the joy of&amp;nbsp; officiating the ceremony for Emily and Peter, including their daughter, Kaylehn. Go here to see&amp;nbsp;artwork she made for me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/02/refrigerator-art.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/02/refrigerator-art.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tlpp0qDk1eo/Tl64cfbU6NI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/nWT3ToJfLps/s1600/ava+molitor1" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tlpp0qDk1eo/Tl64cfbU6NI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/nWT3ToJfLps/s320/ava+molitor1" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Anyway, I recently heard from Emily in two different ways. Seems her cousin, Natalie, attended her wedding and now Natalie has given me the honor of doing her ceremony as well sometime in November. I also got an email from Emily that Kaylehn has a new little sister, Ava. Here are a couple of pix. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4hffb6kSzO8/Tl64iTRLSoI/AAAAAAAAB7U/thp5AsnSyig/s1600/ava+molitor2" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4hffb6kSzO8/Tl64iTRLSoI/AAAAAAAAB7U/thp5AsnSyig/s320/ava+molitor2" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I so love it when my couples stay in touch and bless me with such pictures. It's a double blessing when they entrust a friend or relative to my care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Next up--Emily has time off to be a new mom before going back to work; Peter is still training as a paramedic, Kaylehn is being a big sis, and Ava is...well, doing what babies do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Emily, Peter, Kaylehn, and Ava: thanks for sharing your lives with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-5564257342067508109?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/5564257342067508109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=5564257342067508109&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/5564257342067508109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/5564257342067508109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/08/circle-of-life.html' title='Circle of Life'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tlpp0qDk1eo/Tl64cfbU6NI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/nWT3ToJfLps/s72-c/ava+molitor1' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-756566388934214408</id><published>2011-08-26T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T10:43:26.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FORTY-TWO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;...How Time Flies&lt;/div&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WwnLVRISklo/Tle-1SuSQTI/AAAAAAAAB7I/wZb9_4YzGhg/s1600/kenanddonna08369.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WwnLVRISklo/Tle-1SuSQTI/AAAAAAAAB7I/wZb9_4YzGhg/s320/kenanddonna08369.jpg" width="261px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;August 23, 1969 Donna and I said our vows at Highland Park Baptist Church in Austin. The reception was held at her parents home. What were we thinking?!!&amp;nbsp; The house was good sized, but the air conditioner wasn't designed to handle 60 guests when the temp was 95 and the humidity at 64%.&amp;nbsp; But it was fun, even so. &lt;/div&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 style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Later she changed into her travel ensemble, I changed into my formal bell-bottoms and double breasted blazer.&amp;nbsp;We hopped into our 1967 VW Beetle, no air conditioning, and headed off to our honeymoon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love conquers all, we always say. That day it conquered the heat, humidity and sweat.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy anniversary, my love. It's been a great 42 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Ken&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-756566388934214408?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/756566388934214408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=756566388934214408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/756566388934214408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/756566388934214408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/08/forty-two.html' title='FORTY-TWO'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WwnLVRISklo/Tle-1SuSQTI/AAAAAAAAB7I/wZb9_4YzGhg/s72-c/kenanddonna08369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-3354795177530226029</id><published>2011-07-13T18:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-13T18:12:21.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch Out, John Travolta</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KDbkRtRhBQU/Th4mDP009zI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/XdCMpyX5Um0/s1600/270236_252612098086083_100000118848056_1141793_1253997_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KDbkRtRhBQU/Th4mDP009zI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/XdCMpyX5Um0/s320/270236_252612098086083_100000118848056_1141793_1253997_n.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alexander James Byrd, Age 6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Alexander has some moves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This picture cracks me up. Alexander (age 6) doing a little dance move on a recent expedition with his other set of grandparents. They took a trip to the coast in their RV.&amp;nbsp; Not sure what inspired Nander to this pose, but it's pure Alexander attitude. That's a fun thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-3354795177530226029?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/3354795177530226029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=3354795177530226029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/3354795177530226029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/3354795177530226029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/07/watch-out-john-travolta.html' title='Watch Out, John Travolta'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KDbkRtRhBQU/Th4mDP009zI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/XdCMpyX5Um0/s72-c/270236_252612098086083_100000118848056_1141793_1253997_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-8880287346731983520</id><published>2011-07-06T00:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T21:30:25.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4, 2011</title><content type='html'>...with a German flavor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vg1AFZnFpXo/ThP0nl-IsRI/AAAAAAAAB6I/m5IZh_KfNXU/s1600/adam_and_heather+july+4+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239px" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vg1AFZnFpXo/ThP0nl-IsRI/AAAAAAAAB6I/m5IZh_KfNXU/s320/adam_and_heather+july+4+2011.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heather (part German) and Adam (Eagle Scout-note the shirt)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ Heather, Adam, Aidan, Alexander, Donna and myself spent July 4 evening in Walburg, Texas. Augustus came, too, but he was safely floating around inside Heather awaiting his due date.&amp;nbsp; Walburg&amp;nbsp; is not much more than a wide spot on FM Road 1105 in rural Williamson County, about thirty miles north of Austin. Other than a Lutheran Church, not much there with the huge exception of the Walburg Restaurant and Bier Garten.&amp;nbsp; Restaurant (indoor dining) is open regularly, but the garten is open selected months and days. A huge tent covers long rows of rustic wood picnic tables. A raised stage and dancefloor at one end is a hint of what is to come. &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;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿Elsewhere, there are outside tables, a building&amp;nbsp;for food and drink, a kids arcade, and places to just let the kids run around and be kids, in an enclosed, safe environment. In all the times I've been there, don't think I've ever heard any guest exchange a cross word with any other guest. &lt;br /&gt;For the adults, the big draws are traditional German food (schnitzel, brats, kraut,, etc.), a huge selection of German and domestic beers, AND the Walburg Boys. This bunch of part German/part redneck musicians is the house band, but they also play German festivals all over the country, including Wurstfest in New Braunfels in October.&amp;nbsp; Led by Ronny Tippelt, lead singer/accordion player/chief yodeler, the 8 piece band can handle polka, yodel standards, and German takes on favorite pop &amp;amp; rock such as "Margaritaville" and "Sweet Home Alabama". Until you've heard Ronny and the rhythym guitarist do two part harmony yodels over the familiar guitar lick, you just haven't lived.&amp;nbsp; When the Walburg Boys took a break, down on the other end of the tent, the Brushy Creek Brass Band cranked up patriotic American tunes, peppered with some German standards. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dance floor had at various times, couples in their 80's, all the way down to children under ten just enjoying the fun music and atmosphere. &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;The single most poignant moment occurred during the band's second set. A young girl, perhaps 12 or 13, had been standing at the edge of the dance floor. She was plainly dressed, a little awkward, taking furtive glances at the dancers. A few minutes later the band started a slow waltz number and a tall, cowboy looking guy in starched Wranglers &amp;amp; Justin Ropers walked over to the young girl and extended his hand. This was about to be their very first father-daughter dance. He showed her how the rhythym went, got her up on the balls of her feet, and showed her how to turn. Then, it was magic. The dad was clearly a bit awkward; the girl kept looking at her feet--he was so tall and she was short enough that her right arm only reached his belt level, so she grabbed a belt loop. They waltzed and twirled for the song's duration and when it was over, he stepped back and gave his daughter a stiff&amp;nbsp;little bow. She looked up into his eyes and it was so plain that I had just witnessed a defining moment between father and daughter. She walked gracefully, like a young lady,&amp;nbsp;to the edge of the dance floor, then jumped off onto the dirt with a hand clap, like a little girl,&amp;nbsp;and ran off to tell her friends. &lt;/div&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 style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I did not see them again before we left. They'll never know that a complete stranger saw this moment that both will likely remember forever.&amp;nbsp; That's the magic of Walburg--it's like a month's vacation--the cares just dissolve away, you get lost in the music and camraderie, and if you watch very carefully, you might see a father and daughter making a memory to share in the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1At5cdIhr38/ThP0j_bQT5I/AAAAAAAAB6E/oSq_bZBsXTg/s1600/aidan+and+nander+july+4%252C+2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1At5cdIhr38/ThP0j_bQT5I/AAAAAAAAB6E/oSq_bZBsXTg/s320/aidan+and+nander+july+4%252C+2011.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alexander James&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; Aidan Kenneth &amp;nbsp;Byrd&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Just go to Google and look for Walburg, Texas, Walburg Boys, etc.&amp;nbsp; The pictures here are of my son Adam, his wife, Heather (who is currently carrying Gus, due in October), and their two sons, Aidan and Alexander. &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 style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Got to enjoy these little moments in life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ken&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;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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-8880287346731983520?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/8880287346731983520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=8880287346731983520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/8880287346731983520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/8880287346731983520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/07/july-4-2011.html' title='July 4, 2011'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vg1AFZnFpXo/ThP0nl-IsRI/AAAAAAAAB6I/m5IZh_KfNXU/s72-c/adam_and_heather+july+4+2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-3820206436585614790</id><published>2011-06-12T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T22:34:25.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason Number 7,777</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...why I love living in the south&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;During a break in the game tonight (Go Mavs!), the wife and I went outside to sit on our garden bench and enjoy the evening. In the space of ten minutes numerous song birds were around, squirrels&amp;nbsp;played in the trees, and our resident bunnies were hopping around tasting the vegetation. The skunks are only out when we're asleep, the coyotes stay along the creek, and the pair of red tale hawks soaring over the neighborhood only occasionally dives to capture their dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;But the reason I enjoyed it so much tonight? First time to hear the cicadas singing. I love that sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-3820206436585614790?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/3820206436585614790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=3820206436585614790&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/3820206436585614790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/3820206436585614790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/06/reason-number-7777.html' title='Reason Number 7,777'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-737944771470738631</id><published>2011-06-10T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T22:42:30.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beating Cancer</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;...ten years and counting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I'm grateful for every day that I have and every day I have I owe to a couple of very good doctors who caught a problem early enough to make it go away.&amp;nbsp; Nothing will bring you face to face with your mortality quite like the doctor calling to say "we've found some malignant cells. you need to come in to discuss the options. we've scheduled you for tomorrow morning". Not next week or next month. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow morning&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;June 11 is the ten year anniversary of the surgery and happy to say all tests since then are good.&amp;nbsp;Cancer is not always a death sentence. A&amp;nbsp;big part of recovery was my faith in God.&amp;nbsp;Also, the Bible says "laughter is good medicine". That is absolutely true. Scientific studies have shown that laughter has a profound and positive effect on the body. With that in mind, I hereby offer the seven things I learned during four days in the hospital:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;1. Catheters are a tool of Satan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;2. Hospitals do not recognize any difference between day and night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;3. Catheters are a tool of Satan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;4. Hospitals do not understand privacy and dignity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;5. Catheters are a tool of Satan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;6. Any hospital person in a lab coat who enters your room is going to pull back the sheet, lift up your lovely hospital gown and look at your manly parts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;7. Catheters are a tool of Satan.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Looking back on the hospital stay, I also remember that my buddy, Ken Savage, was the only visitor who was kicked out of the room by hospital staff. They were afraid all the laughter was going to cause me to pop stitches. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Seriously, God used Dr. Josephine Win and Dr. Scott Hassell to ensure that I am still around to enjoy all my grandchildren. God is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-737944771470738631?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/737944771470738631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=737944771470738631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/737944771470738631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/737944771470738631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/06/beating-cancer.html' title='Beating Cancer'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-8529312356404051067</id><published>2011-05-26T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T21:57:35.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sydney Grace</title><content type='html'>...remembered regularly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a regular basis I go watch the video that my son created in memory of Sydney Grace. She would be almost four years old now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3349895"&gt;http://vimeo.com/3349895&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sydney, can't wait to get there and see you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;your granddaddy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-8529312356404051067?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/8529312356404051067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=8529312356404051067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/8529312356404051067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/8529312356404051067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/05/sydney-grace.html' title='Sydney Grace'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-4157203208236528984</id><published>2011-05-20T20:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T20:37:17.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Whipple Always Said</title><content type='html'>﻿ &lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Q0D69JSGDU/TdcWzQfK5OI/AAAAAAAAB5c/uAvIPEZcxsI/s1600/045330ebb325415894c345463e6bb810_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Q0D69JSGDU/TdcWzQfK5OI/AAAAAAAAB5c/uAvIPEZcxsI/s320/045330ebb325415894c345463e6bb810_7.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Henry Adam Byrd, Age 18 months&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿...don't squeeze &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 style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But really, look at this picture. How could you not want to pick up this child and squeeze him? The problem becomes when he figures out that Granddaddy has no willpower and always gives in to the grand babies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿Ken &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;/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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-4157203208236528984?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/4157203208236528984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=4157203208236528984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/4157203208236528984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/4157203208236528984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/05/mr-whipple-always-said.html' title='Mr. Whipple Always Said'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3Q0D69JSGDU/TdcWzQfK5OI/AAAAAAAAB5c/uAvIPEZcxsI/s72-c/045330ebb325415894c345463e6bb810_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-7825751143392812990</id><published>2011-05-16T20:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T20:56:31.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Veritable Plethora</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;...of grandsons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Found out this afternoon that our next grandbaby is Augustus Christopher Byrd, already known as Gus.&amp;nbsp;Here is his first formal portrait. This will make five--count 'em-- FIVE, grandsons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dNKDfqSpdfc/TdHTUaNmR8I/AAAAAAAAB5U/Sm8u2PZfdr4/s1600/augustus+sonogram.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241px" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dNKDfqSpdfc/TdHTUaNmR8I/AAAAAAAAB5U/Sm8u2PZfdr4/s320/augustus+sonogram.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Augustus is a family name on Heather's side; Christopher is Adam's middle name. Frankly, I like "Augustus" because it reminds me of Ranger Augustus McRae, central character in Lonesome Dove, as portrayed by Robert Duvoll. Heather's great-great (however many greats) grandfather, Augustus was also a Texas Ranger, and later a Methodist circuit preacher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Doc says baby looks good, developing normally, has the requisite dangly parts, and Heather is doing fine as well. Only problem for Donna, Heather and Alyssa will be that at future family reunions, they will have to deal with a group heavily weighted on the testosterone side. Let the fun begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-7825751143392812990?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/7825751143392812990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=7825751143392812990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/7825751143392812990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/7825751143392812990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/05/veritable-plethora.html' title='A Veritable Plethora'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dNKDfqSpdfc/TdHTUaNmR8I/AAAAAAAAB5U/Sm8u2PZfdr4/s72-c/augustus+sonogram.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-1397860780680989541</id><published>2011-05-05T21:16:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T21:54:54.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;...Back To The Basics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;More to come. This is a&amp;nbsp;phenomenal opportunity&amp;nbsp;for Love Notes to help our couples prepare for married life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.marriage101online.com/affiliates/jrox.php?uid=kenbyrd_1_bid_3"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.marriage101online.com/affiliates/image.php?bid=3&amp;mid=46" width="414" height="180" 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/1095067824184055602-1397860780680989541?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/1397860780680989541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=1397860780680989541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/1397860780680989541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/1397860780680989541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/05/marriage-101.html' title='Marriage 101'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-3349048442380727089</id><published>2011-04-29T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T21:29:33.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Not Promised Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;...you never know when today is the last one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Just as I was arriving at a wedding rehearsal in The Colony this evening, I got a phone call that the groom's grandfather had suffered a heart attack and died about 90 minutes earlier. At the venue, only the best man and father of the bride were there; everyone else was at the hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My heart aches for this family, and especially the bride and groom. The wedding will go on tomorrow, but there's no way it will be quite the same for the couple. What should be the happiest Saturday of their life will have a shadow over it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;However, we'll deal with it, perhaps with a moment of silence for his memory. It's absolutely no disrespect to the grandfather for the couple to celebrate on their wedding day. And it's also no disrespect to the couple to have a solemn moment in memory of a grandparent. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I currently have 4 grandchildren and one on the way. If God should call me on the day one of them is to be married, I absolutely want them to go on with the ceremony. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My prayers are with Elizabeth and Elliott and their families. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-3349048442380727089?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/3349048442380727089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=3349048442380727089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/3349048442380727089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/3349048442380727089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-are-not-promised-tomorrow.html' title='We Are Not Promised Tomorrow'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-585980324726942556</id><published>2011-04-23T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T21:14:53.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandson Is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Abnormal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NQJXhYIaagU/TbOGxaZYk5I/AAAAAAAAB48/s4TGLhvUI9Q/s1600/aidan+july+2008_002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NQJXhYIaagU/TbOGxaZYk5I/AAAAAAAAB48/s4TGLhvUI9Q/s320/aidan+july+2008_002.jpg" width="221" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;At first glance that sounds like a bad thing. Owing to my middle sister and my daughter-in-law #1 I've learned quite a lot about special education and special needs kids. Interesting thing is way more attention (and funding) is focused on those kids who are challenged or slower learners. What about the other end of the spectrum? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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 style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Aidan is different. His brain isn't wired like most of us. It's a little scary that my grandson is intellectually way beyond me in many ways. He loves space, science and math. His parents recently bought for him a DVD series called "Elegant Universe". It's pretty intense material about space/time, gravitons, and the inner workings of atoms.&amp;nbsp; Following the show, he went up to his room with a pad of paper and starting trying to put it all together. He was asking questions like "what's the speed of an electron?" and "when an atom loses a neutron does it bounce to another atom?".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Aidan is 8 years and 5 months old. How many "normal" 8 year olds ask those questions? Where's the funding to keep kids like him challenged, focused and ready to invent the technology to take&amp;nbsp;us into the 22nd century? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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 style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-585980324726942556?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/585980324726942556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=585980324726942556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/585980324726942556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/585980324726942556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-grandson-is.html' title='My Grandson Is...'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NQJXhYIaagU/TbOGxaZYk5I/AAAAAAAAB48/s4TGLhvUI9Q/s72-c/aidan+july+2008_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-7694531366038711486</id><published>2011-03-29T15:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T20:56:29.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 65th Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;...to my Mom and Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Today would be my parent's 65th anniversary. &lt;/span&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pks5mi3xgn4/TZJCvlyCOXI/AAAAAAAAB40/rcnYaKI6weI/s1600/mom+1946+grayscale+edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pks5mi3xgn4/TZJCvlyCOXI/AAAAAAAAB40/rcnYaKI6weI/s320/mom+1946+grayscale+edited.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;My parents met in California at the end of WWII. He was in the Army and had a part time job off-post at a drugstore where a fiery, high spirited redhead named Jeanette Jones was working the soda counter. They were married less than a year later, on March 29, 1946.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2QfnZNVminY/TZJCs0uUsiI/AAAAAAAAB4w/jqg7fYSj48E/s1600/dad+1946+grayscale+edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2QfnZNVminY/TZJCs0uUsiI/AAAAAAAAB4w/jqg7fYSj48E/s320/dad+1946+grayscale+edited.jpg" width="227" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;You know, one of those whirlwind romances that people said would never last. Well, it did last until March 12 of 1998 when mom passed away. Dad has remained single. I really don't think there could ever be any other woman for him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;span style="color: blue;"&gt;For better or worse, richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, they stuck together. What a&amp;nbsp;wonderful example for the rest of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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 style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-7694531366038711486?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/7694531366038711486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=7694531366038711486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/7694531366038711486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/7694531366038711486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-65th-anniversary.html' title='Happy 65th Anniversary'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Pks5mi3xgn4/TZJCvlyCOXI/AAAAAAAAB40/rcnYaKI6weI/s72-c/mom+1946+grayscale+edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-5321318364203756769</id><published>2011-02-28T23:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T23:49:21.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do I Find Empathy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;...for a situation I've never faced?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Tomorrow evening I will be meeting with the parents and siblings of a young man who died of a heroin overdose. Tragically, it was his parents who found his body. I was with this same family on&amp;nbsp;a much happier occasion, a wedding, about three years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I have children and grandchildren and even though we did lose a granddaughter who died &lt;em&gt;in utero&lt;/em&gt;, I cannot begin to understand the grief this family must be experiencing. I know that all the "why" questions don't really have answers and any feeble attempt at an answer doesn't really offer comfort. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This is the hard part of ministry--looking into the eyes of mourning parents as they struggle to accept the decisions made by their flesh and blood. I'll have to trust God to give me the words to say, because I'm not sure I have any of my own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a time to be born and a time to die,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a time to weep and a time to laugh, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a time to mourn and a time to dance, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a time to search and a time to give up"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-5321318364203756769?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/5321318364203756769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=5321318364203756769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/5321318364203756769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/5321318364203756769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/02/how-do-i-find-empathy.html' title='How Do I Find Empathy'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-3741756030499513384</id><published>2011-02-27T20:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:21:49.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Refrigerator Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;...another in a continuing series&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Regular readers know that I love refrigerator art.&amp;nbsp; If you want to know what's important to folks, go look at the refrigerator. Ours is covered with pictures of grandchildren, their artwork, and other essentials of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;This afternoon I met with Emily and Peter to talk about their wedd&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iFPxWceiYHM/TWsMhqjWPMI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/7tBqA4Ud9ss/s1600/dixon_molitor+refrig+art001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" l6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iFPxWceiYHM/TWsMhqjWPMI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/7tBqA4Ud9ss/s400/dixon_molitor+refrig+art001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing next month. They brought along their 5 year old daughter, Kaylehn. Because I always have with me paper, markers, crayons and stickers, I got Kaylehn to make me some refrigerator art. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Interesting back story. Turns out Peter and I had crossed paths a few years back when he was a barista at a Starbucks I frequent. He stood out in my mind as a kind person. One afternoon, a surprise thunderstorm with much lightning&amp;nbsp;caught motorcylists (including me) and about two dozen bicyclists running for cover to the Starbucks. Soaking wet, we huddled inside while the power went off a few times. Peter and the staff there calmly went about handing out coffee and nice fluffy towels to those of us who were soaking wet. It was pretty cool today when he and Emily walked in and we recognized each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Life is a big circle. Peter, Emily and Kaylehn are part of my circle, and their circle grows--Kaylehn will have a little sister late this summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Have I mentioned that I love my job? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-3741756030499513384?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/3741756030499513384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=3741756030499513384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/3741756030499513384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/3741756030499513384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/02/refrigerator-art.html' title='Refrigerator Art'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iFPxWceiYHM/TWsMhqjWPMI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/7tBqA4Ud9ss/s72-c/dixon_molitor+refrig+art001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-9067372759347165078</id><published>2011-02-14T20:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T20:55:57.767-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;...EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-savMfhrspoc/TVnp5RGwSkI/AAAAAAAAB3g/LNtjEGrfg38/s1600/adam_heather+xmas+2010001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-savMfhrspoc/TVnp5RGwSkI/AAAAAAAAB3g/LNtjEGrfg38/s320/adam_heather+xmas+2010001.jpg" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heather and Adam, Christmas 2010&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;So we're sitting down to a candle light dinner. My spouse prepared home made egglant lasagna, asparagus, and even a home made chocolate pie with a nice high fluffy meringue. We had just made a V-Day toast, looking forward to more years together, and then the phone rang. &lt;/span&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;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Our elder son, Adam, sounding very serious, asked both of us to get on the phone. He had some news: "You're gonna be grandparents again!". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MC2JaSOsk70/TVnqqhw6xvI/AAAAAAAAB3k/TSj4UCcuQCk/s1600/37428_140767639270530_100000118848056_414379_5447407_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MC2JaSOsk70/TVnqqhw6xvI/AAAAAAAAB3k/TSj4UCcuQCk/s1600/37428_140767639270530_100000118848056_414379_5447407_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My beautiful daughter-in-law&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Anyway, due date is October 6. Heather is just fine. Aidan and Alexander are excited that they're going to be big brothers, although Aidan, in his customary analytical way, wanted to know where he was going to sleep when the baby came. &lt;/span&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I just walked by the bathroom mirror and realized that I have a grin on my face that probably won't go away for a while. &lt;/span&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;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&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;/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;/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;/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;/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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-9067372759347165078?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/9067372759347165078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=9067372759347165078&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/9067372759347165078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/9067372759347165078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/02/best-valentines-day.html' title='Best Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-savMfhrspoc/TVnp5RGwSkI/AAAAAAAAB3g/LNtjEGrfg38/s72-c/adam_heather+xmas+2010001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-2010895089707208148</id><published>2011-02-01T13:59:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T14:04:13.697-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Websites</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Here's a good one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;I see lots of websites that brides and grooms put up to chronicle their planning in the trip to the altar. Here's a link to one that is particularly good. It will be my honor to officiate this ceremony in May at the Hotel ZaZa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.rickandginger.wedsite.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to see Rick and Ginger's site. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-2010895089707208148?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/2010895089707208148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=2010895089707208148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/2010895089707208148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/2010895089707208148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/02/wedding-websites.html' title='Wedding Websites'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-3893568597059691238</id><published>2011-01-30T19:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T19:29:24.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Round Rock Racing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Aidan's First Pinewood Derby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TUXsHNXJ7_I/AAAAAAAAB10/TuEJabY52rw/s1600/0129110802.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TUXsHNXJ7_I/AAAAAAAAB10/TuEJabY52rw/s320/0129110802.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Just got back from a weekend in Round Rock, Texas attending Aidan's first Cub Scout Pinewood Derby, held in the gym of Aidan's elementary &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TUYL54VL56I/AAAAAAAAB24/JvGzlhVfzQk/s1600/0129110843.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TUYL54VL56I/AAAAAAAAB24/JvGzlhVfzQk/s320/0129110843.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Rules are fairly simple. Each scout must use the official Boy Scouts of American car kit which is nothing more than a block of pine wood, four plastic wheels, and four nails which serve as axles. The Scouts are free to carve, cut or sand the wood into any shape they wish, paint in any color, add stickers and other attachments. When completed, it must weigh no more than five ounces. Since the track is all gravity based, the closer a car is to max weight the faster it will go, all other things being equal. Aidan's car weighed in at 4.9 ounces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TUYMmuSmfXI/AAAAAAAAB3A/YXM-rvarv_c/s1600/0129110803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TUYMmuSmfXI/AAAAAAAAB3A/YXM-rvarv_c/s320/0129110803.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Measuring about 40 feet in length, the track was machined aluminum, allowing two cars to run side &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TUYMJRK_7hI/AAAAAAAAB28/lmUZm6aVDzE/s1600/0129110850.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TUYMJRK_7hI/AAAAAAAAB28/lmUZm6aVDzE/s320/0129110850.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;by side. Cars are released simultaneously; this track had electronic timing which automatically posted time and winner of each heat. Each pair of scouts got five rounds of two heats each, for a total of ten runs. Aidan's car won 8 out of his ten heats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Even though trophies were awarded for first, second and third place, it isn't about winning or trophies. It was about having fun, being a team, planning a project and executing the plan. That's what scouting teaches in its various activities. In this activity, they also learned about gravity, momentum, weight, balance, and friction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Proud to say that my son, Adam, is assuming the role of scout master for Aidan's den. Adam's uniform includes a woven red, white and blue patch directly over the pocket, which indicates that he is also an Eagle Scout. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;What a great weekend! Pround of my son and grandson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Blessings, &lt;br /&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-3893568597059691238?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/3893568597059691238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=3893568597059691238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/3893568597059691238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/3893568597059691238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/01/round-rock-racing.html' title='Round Rock Racing'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TUXsHNXJ7_I/AAAAAAAAB10/TuEJabY52rw/s72-c/0129110802.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-8874004409472427785</id><published>2011-01-27T17:47:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T20:27:20.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Knot Dot Com</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;..&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;.recognizes LoveNotes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TUIDnXtuQOI/AAAAAAAAB1o/wHKjXhplQNo/s1600/knot+best+of+2011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TUIDnXtuQOI/AAAAAAAAB1o/wHKjXhplQNo/s200/knot+best+of+2011.JPG" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The premiere website for brides planning a wedding is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theknot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;www.theknot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;. Over the years many brides have found LoveNotes via The Knot. The site has a wealth of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;resources for just about any need a bride might have for that big day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;We were recently notified that LoveNotesWeddings (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lovenotesweddings.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;www.lovenotesweddings.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;) has been awarded a "Best of 2011" seal by The Knot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;It's gratifying and we're proud; but it's also humbling to be given an award for doing something that we love to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-8874004409472427785?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/8874004409472427785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=8874004409472427785&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/8874004409472427785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/8874004409472427785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/01/knot-dot-com.html' title='The Knot Dot Com'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TUIDnXtuQOI/AAAAAAAAB1o/wHKjXhplQNo/s72-c/knot+best+of+2011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-8058134899762999975</id><published>2011-01-01T12:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T12:41:25.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Boys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Two Girls&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TR9xlaUiM1I/AAAAAAAAB0I/Q7HkamHNZKg/s1600/adam_heather%2Bxmas%2B2010001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TR9xlaUiM1I/AAAAAAAAB0I/Q7HkamHNZKg/s320/adam_heather%2Bxmas%2B2010001.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Adam &amp;amp; Heather Byrd Dec 2010&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&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;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TR9xxgqg76I/AAAAAAAAB0Q/gbUIk8Po2bw/s1600/ian_lyss%2Bfall%2B2010001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TR9xxgqg76I/AAAAAAAAB0Q/gbUIk8Po2bw/s320/ian_lyss%2Bfall%2B2010001.jpg" width="254" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ian &amp;amp; Alyssa Byrd Dec 2010&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Two of our Christmas presents were the latest portraits of our boys with their spouses. The one of Adam and Heather was taken at the company Christmas party for Adam's employer,&amp;nbsp;Blizzard Entertainment. The one of Ian and Alyssa was shot by their close friend, Amy Grebe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;. She's the shooter who takes all the great pix of Henry and Liam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Donna and I are being completely objective and unbiased in the belief that these two couples are the finest looking on the planet. Easy to look at aren't they?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;span style="color: blue;"&gt;btw, a behind the scenes tidbit. If you could see the left side of Heather's stunning red dress, you'd see the damage done by a doofus who spilled a cup of coffee on her just before the pic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ken&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="goog_753430443"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_753430444"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-8058134899762999975?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/8058134899762999975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=8058134899762999975&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/8058134899762999975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/8058134899762999975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2011/01/two-boys.html' title='Two Boys...'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TR9xlaUiM1I/AAAAAAAAB0I/Q7HkamHNZKg/s72-c/adam_heather%2Bxmas%2B2010001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-4492682474736655158</id><published>2010-12-23T15:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T20:15:40.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Anchors Aweigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TRO6RlF6WDI/AAAAAAAABz8/EXC4N_7MpJw/s1600/natalie_jordan_reagan+dec2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TRO6RlF6WDI/AAAAAAAABz8/EXC4N_7MpJw/s320/natalie_jordan_reagan+dec2010.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...The Return Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;If you remember my entry for July 16, 2010,&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/08/anchors-aweigh.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;see it here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; I told you about Natalie and Jordan, who had only 3 days to honeymoon before he got on a U. S. Navy ship&amp;nbsp;headed to the Somali sea. He is an officer on the USS Kauffman, a vessel that was committed to thwarting piracy off the horn of Africa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I've kept in touch with Natalie over the months and I admire her strength as she waited for her man to return. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;The joyous reunion happened today as the ship pulled into harbor, making 8 ships in four days to return home. Seven hundred fifty heroes are home for the holidays. I cannot think of a better Christmas present for either one of them. This picture was taken just after he stepped onto the pier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Merry Christmas, Jordan and Natalie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;update: just found out that Jordan and Natalie have several weeks together to enjoy married life. In February, he's being sent to the Persian Gulf for seven months. I so admire this couple and what they are contributing to our country's freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-4492682474736655158?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/4492682474736655158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=4492682474736655158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/4492682474736655158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/4492682474736655158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/12/anchors-aweigh.html' title='Anchors Aweigh'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TRO6RlF6WDI/AAAAAAAABz8/EXC4N_7MpJw/s72-c/natalie_jordan_reagan+dec2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-1980136358777354178</id><published>2010-12-18T21:26:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T15:51:07.237-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim and Miss Jamie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...and Nik makes three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;This afternoon I had the pleasure to perform a wedding ceremony for Jamie and Tim. At their request, and with my encouragement, they wanted to include Tim's 9 year old son, Nik, in the ceremony. I'll have pictures later and make another entry about this ceremony but right now, a particular moment in the ceremony is on my mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Nik, a wonderfully sweet and articulate 9 year old,&amp;nbsp;has autism. He calls his new step-mom "Miss Jamie". Not only was he the ring bearer, he served as best man for his dad. He looked great in his tux with red tie and red pocket square. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Tim and Jamie wanted to have a unity candle along with a beautiful Hawaiian tradition called "blending of the sands". During these two special touches, as the three were blending their colored sand into one vessel, Nik looked up and whispered, "Miss Jamie, you're so beautiful". It was so quiet that I almost didn't hear it. Love comes softly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Frankly I was glad that the sand blending took a couple of more minutes, so I had time for the lump in my throat to subside so I could go on with the ceremony. If only we could all be so direct and honest and innocent as Nik. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-1980136358777354178?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/1980136358777354178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=1980136358777354178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/1980136358777354178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/1980136358777354178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/12/tim-and-miss-jamie.html' title='Tim and Miss Jamie'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-6717224898199661220</id><published>2010-12-08T19:31:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T20:02:32.429-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...to the greatest Mom ever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;December 9 would be the 83rd birthday for Jeanette J. Byrd, know&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TQAz7L0lYJI/AAAAAAAABzo/HiqLzwA5i8E/s1600/jj%2Bb%2526w001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 318px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 357px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548491832799092882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TQAz7L0lYJI/AAAAAAAABzo/HiqLzwA5i8E/s320/jj%2Bb%2526w001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n to all her friends and grandchildren as JJ. It's been almost 13 years since we lost her but it's a rare day when she doesn't cross my mind. She was much like her father, in that she was the fun spark in any family gathering. She celebrated life, children and grandchildren, and I know that she would be celebrating her great-grandchildren if she were still alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She always told us she loved us and was proud of us (by us, I mean me and my sisters). She encouraged us to tell our loved ones how we felt while we had the chance. She also told us that if we wanted to bring her flowers, we should do it with a living plant and while she was still living. She even (jokingly?) told us that if we ever put cut flowers on her grave, she would come back and haunt us. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TQA0Pnx5wRI/AAAAAAAABzw/0fhu2AqS34s/s1600/whoever%2Breads%2Bthis001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 249px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548492183901421842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TQA0Pnx5wRI/AAAAAAAABzw/0fhu2AqS34s/s320/whoever%2Breads%2Bthis001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To this day, my sisters and I have never put flowers on her grave, even though we've been there many times. We stand there and celebrate her memory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Mom, from your baby boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-6717224898199661220?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/6717224898199661220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=6717224898199661220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/6717224898199661220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/6717224898199661220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TQAz7L0lYJI/AAAAAAAABzo/HiqLzwA5i8E/s72-c/jj%2Bb%2526w001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-8131192252618313915</id><published>2010-12-06T19:50:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T20:14:00.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The LoveNotes Staff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...December 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to super-photographer Laura Parker of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fairytalephotography.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fairy Tale Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;, the LoveNotes staff (or at least a majority) had a photo shoot Sunday afternoon in McKinney at the Adriatica development, which includes a wedding chapel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TP2WwjC3EJI/AAAAAAAABzc/zJQVBOkHyzk/s1600/lnw%2Bstaff%2Bdec%2B2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 286px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547756076775444626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TP2WwjC3EJI/AAAAAAAABzc/zJQVBOkHyzk/s320/lnw%2Bstaff%2Bdec%2B2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to several group photos, she also took solo shots which should be available soon. Given her wedding and other photo obligations, we're honored that she made some time for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If you're looking for professional photo work, you can't do better than Laura. She's been published in numerous national magazines. BTW, this group photo is a sneak peak; she hasn't even worked her editing magic on it yet. We've been assured that we'll all look taller, slimmer, and without the second chins (and I'm speaking of us guys; Carol Sage-Younkin looks fine just as she is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Ken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-8131192252618313915?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/8131192252618313915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=8131192252618313915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/8131192252618313915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/8131192252618313915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/12/lovenotes-staff.html' title='The LoveNotes Staff'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TP2WwjC3EJI/AAAAAAAABzc/zJQVBOkHyzk/s72-c/lnw%2Bstaff%2Bdec%2B2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-2275034143071243937</id><published>2010-11-30T18:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T18:35:12.107-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday, Sydney Grace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Three years ago today, Sydney Grace Byrd, was born still. I will never forget th&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TPWXpjEMQTI/AAAAAAAABzQ/hop0HPvkVzo/s1600/sydney.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 220px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545505256219885874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TPWXpjEMQTI/AAAAAAAABzQ/hop0HPvkVzo/s320/sydney.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e searing pain of that phone call from my son. Yet I also remember thinking how strong he was, knowing that he still needed to be a daddy to Liam, and a strong husband to Alyssa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's difficult not to let one's mind think about a blue eyed, brown haired little girl who should be blowing out three candles today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sydney, can't wait to see you when I get there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-2275034143071243937?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/2275034143071243937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=2275034143071243937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/2275034143071243937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/2275034143071243937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/11/heaven-day.html' title='Heaven Day'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TPWXpjEMQTI/AAAAAAAABzQ/hop0HPvkVzo/s72-c/sydney.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-5731009445917783201</id><published>2010-10-19T00:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T19:52:27.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I Can't Find the Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...a grandson makes me proud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aidan Kenneth Byrd is my first (of four) grandson and he is now following in his &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TL0yGlWUe9I/AAAAAAAAByQ/bHWfNMp0JrQ/s1600/cub+scout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529631006167170002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TL0yGlWUe9I/AAAAAAAAByQ/bHWfNMp0JrQ/s320/cub+scout.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;father's footsteps by joining the scouting program. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Interesting facts: in the last 50 years, only 2-5% of boys who enter scouting will achieve the rank of Eagle. As I recall Adam reached that milestone in 1991 or 1992. I still have, and cherish, the Eagle-Dad pin and Eagle neckerchief I got. More interesting facts: of the 27 men to travel to the moon, 24 were Boy Scouts; and 11 of the 12 who actually walked on the moon were Scouts;  all three members of Apollo 13 were Scouts. Currently, 36% of West Point cadets were in Scouting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'll look forward to attending &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TOCRouMRZhI/AAAAAAAABzA/Dl95fWS3HBE/s1600/aidan%2Bbobcat%2Bpin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539587670446007826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TOCRouMRZhI/AAAAAAAABzA/Dl95fWS3HBE/s320/aidan%2Bbobcat%2Bpin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aidan's Eagle ceremony in a few years. If there's one thing we know about Aidan, it is that he will absolutely achieve what he pursues. He recently received his Bobcat pin, the first step in Scouting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-5731009445917783201?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/5731009445917783201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=5731009445917783201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/5731009445917783201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/5731009445917783201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/10/sometimes-i-cant-find-words.html' title='Sometimes I Can&apos;t Find the Words'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TL0yGlWUe9I/AAAAAAAAByQ/bHWfNMp0JrQ/s72-c/cub+scout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-791188496890441096</id><published>2010-10-11T17:56:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T13:18:51.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice To Be Recognized</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By the Brides, And Our Peers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TLOWSLgIA-I/AAAAAAAABxs/3y_pkJ1TEUA/s1600/BCA-logo.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 183px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526926406783075298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TLOWSLgIA-I/AAAAAAAABxs/3y_pkJ1TEUA/s320/BCA-logo.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One of the larger wedding related websites is Wedding Wire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;. I'm happy to say that many of the LoveNotes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;brides have had nice things to say about the LoveNotes staff. We were recently notified that we have been given the 2010 Wedding Wire Rated award, as well as the 2010 Bride'&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TLOWeBsyF4I/AAAAAAAABx0/KKPzOvRJTBs/s1600/wwRated_2010-gold-top.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526926610310240130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TLOWeBsyF4I/AAAAAAAABx0/KKPzOvRJTBs/s400/wwRated_2010-gold-top.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s Choice Award.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You can click &lt;a href="http://www.weddingwire.com/reviews/lovenotes-richardson/a410b9819d4fdf6a.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to see what couples had to say about LoveNotes. Such recognition is reassuring that we're doing something right. It's doubly nice since we're doing something we love. You think the two are related? &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-791188496890441096?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/791188496890441096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=791188496890441096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/791188496890441096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/791188496890441096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/10/nice-to-be-recognized.html' title='Nice To Be Recognized'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TLOWSLgIA-I/AAAAAAAABxs/3y_pkJ1TEUA/s72-c/BCA-logo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-4224119444841407433</id><published>2010-10-06T20:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T20:12:26.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yoo Hoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TK0eXPCIjRI/AAAAAAAABxM/O1WI1rSMOBs/s1600/nanders+first+tooth+loss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525105702374771986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TK0eXPCIjRI/AAAAAAAABxM/O1WI1rSMOBs/s320/nanders+first+tooth+loss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;tooth fairy, you there??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Alexander James Byrd, known to his close friends as Nander, lost his first tooth today. He is grandson #3, five years old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-4224119444841407433?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/4224119444841407433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=4224119444841407433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/4224119444841407433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/4224119444841407433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/10/yoo-hoo.html' title='Yoo Hoo'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TK0eXPCIjRI/AAAAAAAABxM/O1WI1rSMOBs/s72-c/nanders+first+tooth+loss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-841316528535942088</id><published>2010-10-05T21:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:11:51.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ol' Blue Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Henry, that is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here's the latest pic of Henry. He's closing in on his first birthday. Can't wait til Thanksgiving &amp;amp; our road trip to ABQ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TKvagq7iRpI/AAAAAAAABxA/upNdAuEQR9A/s1600/henry+october+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524749622714713746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TKvagq7iRpI/AAAAAAAABxA/upNdAuEQR9A/s400/henry+october+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-841316528535942088?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/841316528535942088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=841316528535942088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/841316528535942088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/841316528535942088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/10/ol-blue-eyes.html' title='Ol&apos; Blue Eyes'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TKvagq7iRpI/AAAAAAAABxA/upNdAuEQR9A/s72-c/henry+october+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-2756283298143494641</id><published>2010-09-29T12:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T12:54:27.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Liam Rocks...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a refrigerator art Van Gogh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Our #2 grandson, Liam Christopher, has always seemed to have a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;creat&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TKN8c1eYAUI/AAAAAAAABw0/ERMSDbuQvmk/s1600/liam+first+day+of+school.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 269px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522394402919022914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TKN8c1eYAUI/AAAAAAAABw0/ERMSDbuQvmk/s400/liam+first+day+of+school.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ive, artistic bent to him. When he's here, he and I can spend hours creating artwork out of construction paper, markers, stickers and some glue. Once in a while we get one of his masterpieces in the mail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He started school this year at the Oak Grove Classical Academy in Albuquerque (pictured with his bff, Aislyn) and so far seems to be enjoying it. One of the classes is art and they've been learning about artists, including Van Gogh. Keep in mind he is five years old. He decided he wanted to create something to send to Donna (his Mamaw) for her birthday, and he did it with Van Gogh in mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TKN8G-UfS0I/AAAAAAAABws/SQ7WGp0Wi5Q/s1600/liam+van+goght001.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522394027336354626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TKN8G-UfS0I/AAAAAAAABws/SQ7WGp0Wi5Q/s320/liam+van+goght001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As always, refrigerator art is the best kind. We'll clear a spot for this one. One thing we noticed is how much improved his handwriting his, bordering on signing his name in cursive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'll take Liam over Vincent any day of the week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-2756283298143494641?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/2756283298143494641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=2756283298143494641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/2756283298143494641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/2756283298143494641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/09/liam-rocks.html' title='Liam Rocks...'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TKN8c1eYAUI/AAAAAAAABw0/ERMSDbuQvmk/s72-c/liam+first+day+of+school.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-5577602692563373548</id><published>2010-09-09T21:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T10:46:29.854-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...has brown eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Met with Megan and Andy tonight to plan towards their wedding ceremony next month. They've known each other since they were 13 years old, but d&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TImgk5fjftI/AAAAAAAABwg/GFVEtZM_S4o/s1600/0909101936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515115774460788434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TImgk5fjftI/AAAAAAAABwg/GFVEtZM_S4o/s320/0909101936.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;idn't actually date until years later. The couple is having the ceremony and reception at Cowboys Golf Club in Grapevine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I've been feeling a little "grand baby deprived" lately so they let me hug on their daughter, Hailee, while we talked. Eight month old charmer with blond hair and dark eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-5577602692563373548?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/5577602692563373548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=5577602692563373548&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/5577602692563373548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/5577602692563373548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/09/little-princess.html' title='The Little Princess'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TImgk5fjftI/AAAAAAAABwg/GFVEtZM_S4o/s72-c/0909101936.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-79610910858821972</id><published>2010-08-23T17:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T17:16:33.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FORTY-ONE</title><content type='html'>August 23, 1969 was a really, really good day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did the years go? Feels like I blinked and missed something, especially when I realize that three of our grandchildren are now in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508732096852310834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/THLyp9OsuzI/AAAAAAAABvw/6yVSgi2xy5k/s320/donna_kenweddingpic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508731173559420850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/THLx0NshR7I/AAAAAAAABvk/2YUcRjj26b8/s320/DSC_0398.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my love for putting up with me for 41 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Ken&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-79610910858821972?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/79610910858821972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=79610910858821972&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/79610910858821972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/79610910858821972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/08/forty-one.html' title='FORTY-ONE'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/THLyp9OsuzI/AAAAAAAABvw/6yVSgi2xy5k/s72-c/donna_kenweddingpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-8926862668783967735</id><published>2010-08-16T21:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T21:41:05.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anchors Aweigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...but it's love that keeps the heart anchored at home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In 1906 Charles A. Zimmerman and Alfred Hart Miles composed a piece that would be the fight song for the United States Naval Academy, one that would be vie&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TGn2ILN2W-I/AAAAAAAABvY/ETfd79MjKkw/s1600/natalie+and+jordan+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506202639747406818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TGn2ILN2W-I/AAAAAAAABvY/ETfd79MjKkw/s320/natalie+and+jordan+1.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wed as the musical tribute to everything our Navy stands for. It's a stirring tribute, one that was playing in my head as I officiated a recent ceremony for Natalie and Jordan at The Tribute Golf Club in The Colony, Texas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jordan is a graduate of the U. S. Naval Academy; Natalie is his one and only love. The ceremony took place in front of approximately 200 very enthusiastic guests, and one very grateful minister. I was aware that after the Saturday evening ceremony, the couple would have Sunday, Monday and Tuesday to honeymoon, Wednesday to travel to Vi&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TGn183RCrqI/AAAAAAAABvQ/2ilwVo792mY/s1600/natalie+and+jordan2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506202445413527202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TGn183RCrqI/AAAAAAAABvQ/2ilwVo792mY/s320/natalie+and+jordan2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rginia, and on Thursday Jordan would board a ship headed towards the horn of Africa for a six month deployment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I look at folks like Jordan and Natalie I know that our country's future is in good hands. The point should be made that this is a joint effort. Sure, Jordan will be away for months in a strange place, helping protect the freedoms that we enjoy. But Natalie will be here, waiting, supporting her man, giving him the reason to believe in his safe return, sharing once again that sweet kiss that sealed their wedding vows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It was an honor to be in their presence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-8926862668783967735?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/8926862668783967735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=8926862668783967735&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/8926862668783967735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/8926862668783967735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/08/anchors-aweigh.html' title='Anchors Aweigh'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TGn2ILN2W-I/AAAAAAAABvY/ETfd79MjKkw/s72-c/natalie+and+jordan+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-1547973023013291275</id><published>2010-08-01T10:35:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T20:57:51.764-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Princess Bride's Sundown Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...At Fairy Tale Manor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The tall handsome prince and his beautiful petite princess tied the knot at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/”http://www.fairytalemanor.com”"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fairy Tale Ma&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TFYAe7GpUWI/AAAAAAAABuk/FaUEA1xPRJc/s1600/fb+10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 276px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500584526141280610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TFYAe7GpUWI/AAAAAAAABuk/FaUEA1xPRJc/s320/fb+10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/”http://www.fairytalemanor.com”"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in Frisco during a sundown wedding on July 31. Unlike the fictional princes and princesses, however, this couple brought along their four children ranging in age from 22 months to 10 years. These are the kids that made me the refrigerator art I posted a few weeks ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Todd and Shawna actually met at the end of high school back in the late 90's but did not date. As sometimes happens, they went their separate ways and then reconnected about three years ago. Shawna describes it as "love again at first sight". Todd and Shawna's daughter, Amelia (20 months) was the flower girl. Todd's three children Lillie, Cameron and Parker served as bridesmaid and groomsmen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TFYABc-qA7I/AAAAAAAABuU/kqAE2ILNtSU/s1600/fb+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500584019838501810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TFYABc-qA7I/AAAAAAAABuU/kqAE2ILNtSU/s320/fb+12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The couple chose to incorporate a beautiful Hawaiian tradition called Blending of the Sands. It's a wonderfully visual way to show the blending and unity of this new family by pouring different colors of sand into a vessel. The message is that they are now blended together in such a way that, like the colored sand, they can never be taken apart again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TFYAO9LJmdI/AAAAAAAABuc/F5d9dmYFAeA/s1600/fb+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500584251819137490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TFYAO9LJmdI/AAAAAAAABuc/F5d9dmYFAeA/s320/fb+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My thanks to Trina, Sarah and the staff at &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/”http://www.fairytalemanor.com”"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fairy Tale Manor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for helping to make a wonderful memory for the couple, not to mention the staff always takes such great care of me when I go there. I'm also grateful to Laura Parker of &lt;a href="http://www.fairytalephotography.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fairy Tale Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for sending the sneak peak of the pix. Even though the wedding was at sundown, the fading light evidently wasn't an obstacle to Laura and Lauren to get some great shots in the glowy light just as the sun disappeared over the horizon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-1547973023013291275?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/1547973023013291275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=1547973023013291275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/1547973023013291275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/1547973023013291275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/08/princess-brides-sundown-wedding.html' title='The Princess Bride&apos;s Sundown Wedding'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TFYAe7GpUWI/AAAAAAAABuk/FaUEA1xPRJc/s72-c/fb+10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-7772188265800388473</id><published>2010-07-28T21:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:48:03.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandsons Are A Comin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...let the spoiling begin&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Heather, Aidan and Alexander will be making their annual summer trek to G to&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TFDrMnzuidI/AAAAAAAABtQ/0FmFMUMOoKY/s1600/aidan+july+2008_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 138px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499153747096275410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TFDrMnzuidI/AAAAAAAABtQ/0FmFMUMOoKY/s200/aidan+july+2008_002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wn to spend a few days with us. A seven year old and a five year old--whatever shall I do? Have fun, perhaps? The pantry is stocked with the usual fun foods favored by the two boys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TFDrbOeDAhI/AAAAAAAABtY/hS2ZjutkIpc/s1600/alexander+graduation+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499153997992493586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TFDrbOeDAhI/AAAAAAAABtY/hS2ZjutkIpc/s200/alexander+graduation+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the week, Adam will drive up to join us. We've agreed to take care of the boys on Friday night (oh, darn, more spoiling?) and we'll send Adam and Heather out for a romantic dinner for their anniversary. Actual anniversary date is August 9, which this year is 08-09-10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure there will be pictures forthcoming. These two pictures were taken two years apart. They both graduated from the same Montessori school in Round Rock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-7772188265800388473?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/7772188265800388473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=7772188265800388473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/7772188265800388473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/7772188265800388473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/07/grandsons-are-comin.html' title='Grandsons Are A Comin&apos;'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TFDrMnzuidI/AAAAAAAABtQ/0FmFMUMOoKY/s72-c/aidan+july+2008_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-1144680278641986264</id><published>2010-07-20T17:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T20:42:35.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Technology</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...most of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When I was a kid growing up in Orlando, FL, my dad traveled a lot. As a result he tried to make sure that mom had plenty of help, not only in terms of a weekly cleaning person, but in terms of amenities in the house. I won't say what year it was, but our house was just about the first one on the block to have an automatic dishwasher built in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We'd all stand around it and marvel. My sisters and I would fight over who got to push the button to start it up. Which brings me to my point. That dishwasher had one lever (latch/unlatch), and one button. It was red. Pushing that one button started the cycle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fast forward to this week. Our old dishwasher finally gave up, so today a brand new Maytag was installed. It's sleek, black, and very quiet. Eerily quiet, in fact. The electronic control panel is hidden on the top edge. It has enough buttons and programs that I assume there must be an ap for it available from Apple. At the very least they could have included an instructional DVD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm happy to say that even at my age, I'm comfortable with computers, DVD's, Tivo, smart phones, scanners, digital cameras, my Tom-Tom GPS and other electronics. I'm just not sure why a dishwasher needs that many electronic programs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;btw: the first load of dishes came out spotless; and I just realized I sound like Andy Rooney. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-1144680278641986264?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/1144680278641986264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=1144680278641986264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/1144680278641986264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/1144680278641986264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-love-technology.html' title='I Love Technology'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-265896799778136980</id><published>2010-07-13T21:47:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:09:42.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Refrigerator Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...more of the good stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Once in a while I post refrig&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TD0pf8e0zKI/AAAAAAAABs8/HMD-ZGAOxNk/s1600/shawn+trent1001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493592749249973410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TD0pf8e0zKI/AAAAAAAABs8/HMD-ZGAOxNk/s320/shawn+trent1001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;erator art here. It's still my contention that when you walk into someone's home for the first time, head straight for the kitchen and look at the refrigerator. You'll see what's important to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TD0pUJRjw8I/AAAAAAAABs0/a1ESX1Ccvdo/s1600/shawn+trent2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 336px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 117px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493592546525561794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TD0pUJRjw8I/AAAAAAAABs0/a1ESX1Ccvdo/s320/shawn+trent2002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TD0nlYsNipI/AAAAAAAABso/tdiCwYGwnfU/s1600/shawn+trent4004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 340px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493590643698403986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TD0nlYsNipI/AAAAAAAABso/tdiCwYGwnfU/s320/shawn+trent4004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TD0nhG1GCaI/AAAAAAAABsg/slGRmViOxW4/s1600/shawn+trent3003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493590570184346018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TD0nhG1GCaI/AAAAAAAABsg/slGRmViOxW4/s320/shawn+trent3003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tonight I met with a couple to discuss their upcoming wedding. This will be a blended family so I asked them to bring the children along. All four of them! Two boys, two girls. They range in age from 22 months to 8 years. For such meetings, I always take along with me colored paper, crayons, stickers and markers and ask the kids to make something for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We actually did get some wedding planning done, but I think I enjoyed the kids, their energy and creativity the most. My thanks to Amelia, Lillie, Parker and Cameron for the newest additions to my art collection.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&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/1095067824184055602-265896799778136980?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/265896799778136980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=265896799778136980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/265896799778136980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/265896799778136980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/07/refrigerator-art.html' title='Refrigerator Art'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TD0pf8e0zKI/AAAAAAAABs8/HMD-ZGAOxNk/s72-c/shawn+trent1001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-5046473580888811335</id><published>2010-07-12T21:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:31:53.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinosaur Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...fun in Bastrop County&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The Round Rock branch of the Byrd fam visited the dinosaur park in Bastrop County a few months back. Great park, great history, and what kid doesn't&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TDvP5rXgGeI/AAAAAAAABr8/wirNelsSuYA/s1600/dinosaur+park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493212760309242338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TDvP5rXgGeI/AAAAAAAABr8/wirNelsSuYA/s320/dinosaur+park.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; like dinosaurs? As part of the attraction they have some life size statues of various 'saurs, and the kids are allowed to climb on &amp;amp; in them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Look very carefully, and you'll see Nander peeking out. Aidan led the way and read all of the signs to Nander and anyone else who would listen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-5046473580888811335?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/5046473580888811335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=5046473580888811335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/5046473580888811335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/5046473580888811335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/07/dinosaur-park.html' title='Dinosaur Park'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TDvP5rXgGeI/AAAAAAAABr8/wirNelsSuYA/s72-c/dinosaur+park.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-9187351687783713783</id><published>2010-07-04T21:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T21:17:53.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lyssa Makes Beautiful Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...sometimes musings come true. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TDFJ8gt49hI/AAAAAAAABrY/GH6ECyqNWH0/s1600/henry_lyss+july+4+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 290px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490250724664735250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TDFJ8gt49hI/AAAAAAAABrY/GH6ECyqNWH0/s320/henry_lyss+july+4+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Way before Ian and Alyssa were married, or even dating, Alyssa's mother and I would &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TDp6aD7UaHI/AAAAAAAABrw/V9RhlpU7QI4/s1600/henry+july+6+2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 215px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492837283681036402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TDp6aD7UaHI/AAAAAAAABrw/V9RhlpU7QI4/s320/henry+july+6+2010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;muse over what beautiful babies two such beautiful people might produce. We've had our answer three times. Here's the latest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Henry is a keeper. So's Lyss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-9187351687783713783?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/9187351687783713783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=9187351687783713783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/9187351687783713783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/9187351687783713783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/07/lyssa-makes-beautiful-babies.html' title='Lyssa Makes Beautiful Babies'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TDFJ8gt49hI/AAAAAAAABrY/GH6ECyqNWH0/s72-c/henry_lyss+july+4+2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-4515619028869159824</id><published>2010-07-03T14:46:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T18:56:32.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Circle of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...sometimes it's painful, and too fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Funerals are just part of the territory for anyone in ministry. Are they pleasant? Not particularly. However, they can be celebratory, celebrating a life on earth, as well as celebrating a new life to be lived eternally with God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TDpZ7EmHWFI/AAAAAAAABrk/SqYVGRDcaAA/s1600/CASEY+PALMS+PIC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 161px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492801566912501842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TDpZ7EmHWFI/AAAAAAAABrk/SqYVGRDcaAA/s320/CASEY+PALMS+PIC.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On June 26 of this year Casey Palms, a 17 year old boy, took his own life. His family contacted me to deliver a funeral message. Only a few months ago I was with this sweet family for a much different occasion--a wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often hear people use the old cliche: it seems the only time we all get together is at a wedding or a funeral. I don't see that as a bad thing. It does get family and friends together on account of a common bond, whether it be celebrating a new marriage, or comforting each other over a loss. Either way, it's love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Casey was a believer and it's important to know that nothing can separate us fr&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TC-ZjyEN3DI/AAAAAAAABqQ/hy4ycniDja8/s1600/safearms-300x225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489775310801853490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TC-ZjyEN3DI/AAAAAAAABqQ/hy4ycniDja8/s320/safearms-300x225.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;om God's love. Nothing. Casey stepped out of this life and into the arms of Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One of the passages I shared with family and friends during the service was Second Corinthians 1:3-4. The translation I used is called “The Message". Here's what it says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"All praise to the God and Father of our Master, Jesus the Messiah! Father of all mercy! God of all healing counsel! He comes alongside us when we go through hard times, and before you know it, he brings us alongside someone else who is going through hard times so that we can be there for that person just as God was there for us. We have plenty of hard times that come from following the Messiah, but no more so than the good times of his healing comfort."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What God is saying to us is that He is there for us, and wants us to be there for others. Casey may be gone but his friends and family can use this experience--call on it in the future—to offer love and support to someone else. When they do that, they'll think of Casey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One other thing worth mentioning. Casey had long been vocal about organ donation and had signed the statement on his driver's license. His family consented as well. Because of that generous--but difficult--decision, two people were given the gift of life. Casey's heart lives on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As hard as it is to get through a time like that, I thank God for letting me be there with the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-4515619028869159824?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/4515619028869159824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=4515619028869159824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/4515619028869159824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/4515619028869159824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/07/circle-of-life.html' title='The Circle of Life'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TDpZ7EmHWFI/AAAAAAAABrk/SqYVGRDcaAA/s72-c/CASEY+PALMS+PIC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-3808070918220194264</id><published>2010-07-03T14:21:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T14:41:22.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Out Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...Alexander is on the way&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TC-Rh6ZDcrI/AAAAAAAABqE/r763XmyoHeU/s1600/alexander+graduation+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 155px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489766482583974578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TC-Rh6ZDcrI/AAAAAAAABqE/r763XmyoHeU/s200/alexander+graduation+1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hardly seems possible but our grandson, Alexander, just graduated from the Sunrise Montessori school in &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TC-RXQVudDI/AAAAAAAABp8/OOkZfMi34HA/s1600/alexander+graduation+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 293px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489766299497034802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TC-RXQVudDI/AAAAAAAABp8/OOkZfMi34HA/s320/alexander+graduation+2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Round Rock. Nander (as he is usually known) had a gradution ceremony just as his older brother did two years ago. Even had the same teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They grow up so fast. Don't blink, or you'll miss something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-3808070918220194264?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/3808070918220194264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=3808070918220194264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/3808070918220194264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/3808070918220194264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/07/look-out-kindergarten.html' title='Look Out Kindergarten'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TC-Rh6ZDcrI/AAAAAAAABqE/r763XmyoHeU/s72-c/alexander+graduation+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-346619092954428174</id><published>2010-06-09T22:27:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T22:44:43.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;a picture is worth...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Some pictures don't need a lot of explanation. Liam is such a great big brother to Henry. I loves me some grandbabies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TBBeLNyt4YI/AAAAAAAABpg/PAn7dTHqpwo/s1600/liam_henry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480984293283848578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TBBeLNyt4YI/AAAAAAAABpg/PAn7dTHqpwo/s320/liam_henry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TBBemgIpfnI/AAAAAAAABpo/pRssYyF6oU8/s1600/28815_391228943778_525238778_4202316_5392766_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 276px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480984762064141938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TBBemgIpfnI/AAAAAAAABpo/pRssYyF6oU8/s320/28815_391228943778_525238778_4202316_5392766_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TBBd9MdG5HI/AAAAAAAABpQ/TX4tzVc5mOA/s1600/henry+and+liam+snuggle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480984052406609010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TBBd9MdG5HI/AAAAAAAABpQ/TX4tzVc5mOA/s320/henry+and+liam+snuggle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TBBds8HQ58I/AAAAAAAABpA/_gQh70Oknzo/s1600/DSC04472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480983773142116290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TBBds8HQ58I/AAAAAAAABpA/_gQh70Oknzo/s320/DSC04472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TBBeDm9OVAI/AAAAAAAABpY/PfJkbjInKP4/s1600/liam+holding+henry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480984162599851010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TBBeDm9OVAI/AAAAAAAABpY/PfJkbjInKP4/s320/liam+holding+henry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TBBd2eoOKJI/AAAAAAAABpI/e_r8DKDkmDk/s1600/henry+and+liam3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480983937025976466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TBBd2eoOKJI/AAAAAAAABpI/e_r8DKDkmDk/s320/henry+and+liam3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&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/1095067824184055602-346619092954428174?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/346619092954428174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=346619092954428174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/346619092954428174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/346619092954428174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/06/brothers.html' title='Brothers'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/TBBeLNyt4YI/AAAAAAAABpg/PAn7dTHqpwo/s72-c/liam_henry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-6601733178683854151</id><published>2010-05-16T13:52:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T19:10:16.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why You Hire a Professional</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;part 4 or 5 or 27 or...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Any followers of this blog know I'm a believer in hiring professionals for you&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S_B1RMmLVrI/AAAAAAAABoY/HK_4fDc-6T8/s1600/starlight2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 219px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 141px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472002485554730674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S_B1RMmLVrI/AAAAAAAABoY/HK_4fDc-6T8/s200/starlight2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r event. Over the last couple of years I've occasionally spotlighted specific venues, vendors or event coordinators. Hiring professionals can make the difference between a memorable, once in a lifetime wedding--or a disaster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Last night I was priviledged to officiate an interfaith ceremony fo&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S_B1E5tRJuI/AAAAAAAABoQ/p-NuhVua4Zw/s1600/starlight1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 153px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472002274325767906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S_B1E5tRJuI/AAAAAAAABoQ/p-NuhVua4Zw/s320/starlight1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r Jennifer and James. They wanted to include both Christian and Jewish traditions. Not only did this please their respective families, it also pointed out that when people choose to celebrate their differences, taking the best of what each has to offer, and combining those traditions, then clearly love transcends everything else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;What made last night's event (held at the Starlight Room in the Dallas West End) such a smash is that it w&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S_B0rgOgYuI/AAAAAAAABoI/9PnGk9quEHo/s1600/katoiya+bell.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 323px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472001837989126882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S_B0rgOgYuI/AAAAAAAABoI/9PnGk9quEHo/s320/katoiya+bell.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as planned and carried out under the direction of &lt;a href="http://www.belladomanievents.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Katoiya Bell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, owner of &lt;a href="http://www.belladomanievents.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bella Domani Custom Wedding and Event Planning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. No detail was left to chance, every flower in its place, every member of the wedding party lined up and ready, bartenders, caterers, florists, DJ--all brought into place at exactly the right time to begin a memorable event. This means that the bride and groom had a happy, stress free wedding--not having to worry about all the details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I (along with my LoveNotes colleagues) have worked with Katoiya on many occasions, and I'm happy to say she more than deserves her spot on the LoveNotes preferred vendor list. Any time a couple gives me her name as their event planner, I admit that I mentally relax a few notches since I know the couple is in good hands and there are things I won't have to worry about; I can concentrate just on the couple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Apparently, Katoiya is a little shy about photos, as I can only find the one above in my files or on the web. What you need to experience, though, is to see her in person while she's working. From my vantage point, standing with the groom at the front, I can see things the guests don't see. Last night, it was a jubilant Katoiya standing at the back, big smile, jumping and clapping as the bride entered the room. I do enjoy watching professionals who clearly love what they do. Clearly, she does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;btw, the venue photos above weren't from last night's wedding--don't have those yet, so I pulled some from my files. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-6601733178683854151?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/6601733178683854151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=6601733178683854151&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/6601733178683854151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/6601733178683854151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-you-hire-professional.html' title='Why You Hire a Professional'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S_B1RMmLVrI/AAAAAAAABoY/HK_4fDc-6T8/s72-c/starlight2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-8160069590626814057</id><published>2010-05-12T21:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T21:22:30.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;is over six months, and 15 pounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The miracle baby, God's miracle of conception, God's miracle of gestation, His miracle of birth, is now over six months old. Born many weeks early, He&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S-th9pNTMKI/AAAAAAAABn8/HMXFuUoHm9g/s1600/%27enery+the+eighth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470573884033151138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S-th9pNTMKI/AAAAAAAABn8/HMXFuUoHm9g/s320/%27enery+the+eighth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nry's birth was the culmination of months of prayer and anticipation. Even with the early c-section and two weeks in the NICU, this child thrives. God has a plan for Henry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On a different level, just look at that face. How can you not want to just pick him up and squeeze him? Be sure to click the image to see this in a larger size. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just wish Albuquerque was a little closer to Dallas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-8160069590626814057?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/8160069590626814057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=8160069590626814057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/8160069590626814057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/8160069590626814057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/05/henry.html' title='Henry'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S-th9pNTMKI/AAAAAAAABn8/HMXFuUoHm9g/s72-c/%27enery+the+eighth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-1321469627790434291</id><published>2010-05-09T20:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:27:38.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...to the moms still with us, and those in our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My own wife of nearly 41 years is a wonderful mother to our two sons, and equally wonderful at being grandmother to four little boys. My two sons somehow managed to attract mates who are also wonderful mothers. Adam and Heather have Aidan (age 7) and Alexander (age 5). Ian and Alyssa have Liam (age 5), Henry (six months), and Sydney Grace (who lives in heaven but was born more than two years ago).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just about any woman can be a mother, but it takes someone special to be a Mommy. I salute the mommies in my life, especially the one who gave birth to me. I miss her every day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-1321469627790434291?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/1321469627790434291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=1321469627790434291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/1321469627790434291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/1321469627790434291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-7793601165998788704</id><published>2010-04-16T21:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T21:34:26.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Wedding Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...details coming soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This coming Sunday I'll have the honor of officiating a rather interesting wedding ceremony. The groom is from Trinidad and comes from a Catholic b&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S8kdqaf9clI/AAAAAAAABnM/mr576pQyseQ/s1600/manthrakodi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460928637668520530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S8kdqaf9clI/AAAAAAAABnM/mr576pQyseQ/s320/manthrakodi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ackground. The bride is from India and was raised in an Indian Christian denomination called "Mar Thoma", literally meaning St. Thomas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They wanted to include elements of both faiths and cultures and after the rehearsal tonight I've concluded that we succeeded in that wish. In a few days I hope to have pictures and a full description of what promises to be one of the more interesting ceremonies I've had. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;One thing is certain, and common to all ceremonies: LOVE. This bride and groom have chosen to celebrate the differences, choose the best of what each has to offer, and combine those things into a beautiful, meaningful ceremony. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In the meantime, just Google "Mar Thoma". A whole world of discovery awaits. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-7793601165998788704?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/7793601165998788704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=7793601165998788704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/7793601165998788704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/7793601165998788704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-wedding-experience.html' title='A New Wedding Experience'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S8kdqaf9clI/AAAAAAAABnM/mr576pQyseQ/s72-c/manthrakodi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-7894131283750474389</id><published>2010-03-31T21:10:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:59:06.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...why you hire a professional DJ for your wedding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This past weekend was a study in contrasts. Of the weddings I had, all were sweet, meaningful and at the end of the day, each couple was married to their love. So what was the difference? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S7QJxHy9bDI/AAAAAAAABmo/QiQS1Yx77aU/s1600/microphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454995788163542066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S7QJxHy9bDI/AAAAAAAABmo/QiQS1Yx77aU/s200/microphone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At one of the ceremonies, the bride and groom had chosen some specific readings and had written their own vows to each other. Unfortunately, after the ceremony, the comment I heard from numerous guests was "it was a lovely ceremony but we couldn't hear anything". The venue had not provided a sound system for the event. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At a ceremony the next day, the couple had hired a professional DJ who set up a top quality sound system for the ceremony as well as for the reception. The guests heard every word, crystal clear, and I didn't have to raise my voice just so the guests in the back row could hear. The guests could engage in the ceremony and enjoy the meaningful words the couple chose. Further, it allowed me to speak to the couple in a conversational tone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Then, there's the reception. If the DJ, sound system, and lights are top quality, the reception will sparkle. If the event starts off slow, the DJ can pump it up. If it gets a little too rowdy, the DJ can slow it down. That's what a professional does. Your DJ can absolutely make or break a wedding reception. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S7QIu-GUqUI/AAAAAAAABmg/_33nD9hTt8g/s1600/randal+stout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454994651689036098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S7QIu-GUqUI/AAAAAAAABmg/_33nD9hTt8g/s320/randal+stout.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This past weekend, the DJ who made it work was Randal Stout. I've worked with him many times over t&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S7QIZ0NF2-I/AAAAAAAABmY/gV8oYTPwr3E/s1600/2010-My-Favorite-Vendor-Awards_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454994288255818722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S7QIZ0NF2-I/AAAAAAAABmY/gV8oYTPwr3E/s320/2010-My-Favorite-Vendor-Awards_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he last few years and he &amp;amp; his crew deliver premium quality every time. Not only that, but at last month's annual "Best Of" banquet hosted by the American Association of Certified Wedding planners, Randal was awarded the trophy for top DJ/MC for 2010. He even provided Sunday's couple with a minute by minute itinerary of events from the time they arrived until the time they took off in the limo. Details like that sure make my job easier. Besides, he's just a heck of a nice guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://djrandal.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to visit Randal's website.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When you plan an event, don't skimp on the technical stuff. That's sound advice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-7894131283750474389?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/7894131283750474389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=7894131283750474389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/7894131283750474389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/7894131283750474389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/03/sound-advice.html' title='Sound Advice'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S7QJxHy9bDI/AAAAAAAABmo/QiQS1Yx77aU/s72-c/microphone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-3239491887725695647</id><published>2010-03-31T18:32:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T18:51:45.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...sometimes cause big tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;We had the Albuquerque branch of the family in town last weekend. It was a quick&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S7PeRFyIxZI/AAAAAAAABls/cXoJQW75t_8/s1600/henry+blue+eyes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454947958867412370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S7PeRFyIxZI/AAAAAAAABls/cXoJQW75t_8/s200/henry+blue+eyes2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; trip for Ian and &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S7PfUwjnRxI/AAAAAAAABmE/nRsr5mECO3M/s1600/henry+blue+eyes3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454949121400456978" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S7PfUwjnRxI/AAAAAAAABmE/nRsr5mECO3M/s200/henry+blue+eyes3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lyss to attend the wedding of a friend. Even though I had to work Friday, Saturday and Sunday, I still got to spend some time with Liam and Henry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Henry has definitely made up time from being a preemie. This is an alert, healthy and chunky 5 month old. His blues eyes can melt hearts at fifty paces away. His appetite can empty a bottle in a heartbeat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Liam is growing up. At five years old, he's taller than all his friends which gives them a problem buy&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S7PdkpNn1WI/AAAAAAAABlk/ahyybHqh1ek/s1600/liam+spring+2010002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 273px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454947195283821922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S7PdkpNn1WI/AAAAAAAABlk/ahyybHqh1ek/s320/liam+spring+2010002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing clothes for him. If they buy pants that are long enough, they're way too big in the waist. Regrettably, that is not a "problem" that I have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This little boy also has a way with words. Donna took him to the park on Monday and during the visit he mentioned that it was his last day in Dallas for a while. Donna responded that she would miss him a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He replied, "I'll miss you, too, but you'll be in my heart because I love you". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hard to explain to a 5 year old why his grandparents have tears in their eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&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/1095067824184055602-3239491887725695647?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/3239491887725695647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=3239491887725695647&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/3239491887725695647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/3239491887725695647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/03/little-boys.html' title='Little Boys'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S7PeRFyIxZI/AAAAAAAABls/cXoJQW75t_8/s72-c/henry+blue+eyes2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-4058375377390122808</id><published>2010-03-17T20:33:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T10:43:35.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fairy God-Mother Grants Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...at Fairy Tale Manor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Weather-wish granting was at it's best this past weekend; maybe that's p&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S6LSnrF_7WI/AAAAAAAABkw/pjznvKguOe8/s1600-h/DSC_0116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 141px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450150078096338274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S6LSnrF_7WI/AAAAAAAABkw/pjznvKguOe8/s200/DSC_0116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;art of the package at Fairy Tale Manor. Last Sunday, Lindsey and Brandon got married in the garden gazebo at the Frisco wedding venue. Could not have been b&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S6LSyo64HBI/AAAAAAAABk4/ma--HwWP-3s/s1600-h/DSC_0144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 273px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450150266491378706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S6LSyo64HBI/AAAAAAAABk4/ma--HwWP-3s/s200/DSC_0144.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;etter weather. Sunny, about 70 degrees at ceremony time. Tom and Marcy had the details under control, while Gary Lankford (Heavy G Productions) had the DJ duties under control. Learn more about Gary and his crew at &lt;a href="http://www.lankfordweddings.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.lankfordweddings.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lankfordweddings.com/"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For this event I was fortunate to have my daughter-in-law, Heather, along with me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I had asked her to tag along and take a bunch of candid photos. Posted here are just a few of the 200 or so that she shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I do love it when the bride's smile is that big, and the groom is just gazing at her, wondering how he got so lucky. But that's common for us guys. We're never quite sure how &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S6LRzuaraYI/AAAAAAAABkg/z_L_GDXfEEk/s1600-h/DSC_0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450149185635182978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S6LRzuaraYI/AAAAAAAABkg/z_L_GDXfEEk/s200/DSC_0112.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we manage to attract and keep our mates. This bride and groom were as relaxed and laid back as they come. Not a bridezilla in sight anywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S6LRsx3du0I/AAAAAAAABkY/H2kPK1kRig4/s1600-h/DSC_0114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450149066302143298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S6LRsx3du0I/AAAAAAAABkY/H2kPK1kRig4/s200/DSC_0114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S6LR4eYiG4I/AAAAAAAABko/-2IS5NY7hII/s1600-h/DSC_0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450149267230563202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S6LR4eYiG4I/AAAAAAAABko/-2IS5NY7hII/s200/DSC_0111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh, the flower girl. Look at that face. When she toddled over towards me holding her arms up, I was powerless to resist. At every wedding, the bride is always the most beautiful girl there. Sunday, the flower girl was definitely next in line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-4058375377390122808?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/4058375377390122808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=4058375377390122808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/4058375377390122808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/4058375377390122808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/03/fairy-god-mother-grants-wishes.html' title='The Fairy God-Mother Grants Wishes'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S6LSnrF_7WI/AAAAAAAABkw/pjznvKguOe8/s72-c/DSC_0116.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-7243042453005641246</id><published>2010-03-09T11:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:29:57.804-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Triggering the Mental Time Machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...sometimes it's the strangest things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A couple of days ago, we had a left over hamburger patty from a weekend cook out. Donna asked me if I wanted it for lunch (I did) and so she sliced the cold meat into flat strips and put them between two slices of bread rather than a hamburger bun, along with the usual condiments. I took a bite and was instantly transported back to the fourth grade in Orlando, Florida. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S5ajL5T7nwI/AAAAAAAABkI/Jm-QdGXl71w/s1600-h/jj+b%26w001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 319px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446720224109502210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S5ajL5T7nwI/AAAAAAAABkI/Jm-QdGXl71w/s320/jj+b%26w001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hamburger sandwiches were something that my mother sometimes sent to school with me in my brown bag. Later on I realized it was a way of stretching one hamburger patty into two sandwiches--one for me, one for her. On those days when I opened my lunch bag at school, it was like a treat to find the hamburger sandwich: bread, meat, mayo, mustard, pickles. It made me feel so warm and loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That's exactly how my mother made everyone feel. Not just me and my sisters, but cousins, friends, neighbors, and later on, her grandchildren. Unfortunately, she was gone before any of the great-grandchildren came along. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On March 9, 1998, mom suffered a respiratory arrest, never regained consciousness and died peacefully around 5:30pm on March 11. She was only 70 years old. Don't know that she ever knew how important those brown bag hamburger sandwiches were to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Love you mom, and miss you every day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-7243042453005641246?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/7243042453005641246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=7243042453005641246&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/7243042453005641246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/7243042453005641246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/03/triggering-mental-time-machine.html' title='Triggering the Mental Time Machine'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S5ajL5T7nwI/AAAAAAAABkI/Jm-QdGXl71w/s72-c/jj+b%26w001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-6838014024242915854</id><published>2010-02-27T19:45:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T20:23:25.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bind Us Together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...in Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In mid-2009 I began a journey with Bill and Laura, knowing that this would be a blended family. They were very m&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S4nQrxxbuyI/AAAAAAAABjs/0x7XhFsH9S0/s1600-h/Billandlaura2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443111075167583010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S4nQrxxbuyI/AAAAAAAABjs/0x7XhFsH9S0/s320/Billandlaura2002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;uch seeking ways to not only celebrate their marriage to each other, but to actively include and celebrate the fact that three young boys (Shawn, Hayden, and Cooper) are part of this new family as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I suggested to them that they include a "Celebration of the New Family" element in the ceremony, during which they would present to the three boys a family&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S4nRP0fLXQI/AAAAAAAABj8/Utt92AucNik/s1600-h/family+medallion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443111694371609858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S4nRP0fLXQI/AAAAAAAABj8/Utt92AucNik/s320/family+medallion.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; medallion to wear around their necks. The picture at right does not do justice to the piece that includes concentric and interlocking circles, symbolizing mom, dad, and children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Today, more than 1 in 4 marriages involve children. Many brides and grooms come together with one or more children present from previous relationships.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S4nQWZcxdRI/AAAAAAAABjk/VM9GN2eJ8fg/s1600-h/Billandlaura1001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443110707861222674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S4nQWZcxdRI/AAAAAAAABjk/VM9GN2eJ8fg/s320/Billandlaura1001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Family Medallion was created to assist with the need for 'family weddings' and to provide resources for supporting family commitments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studies show that children accept a parent's re-marriage more readily when they are included in the wedding plans, and are given a tangible symbol of being embraced by the new family. Even on a sub-conscious level, this gives the child part ownership in this new relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S4nQ_391L_I/AAAAAAAABj0/mKM0f0CfdKA/s1600-h/Billandlaura3003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 168px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443111420427579378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S4nQ_391L_I/AAAAAAAABj0/mKM0f0CfdKA/s320/Billandlaura3003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On a beautiful day in January of this year, Hayden and Cooper walked their mom down the aisle. Shawn was best man for his dad. Bill and Laura spoke their vows to each other, and then spoke their vows to the three children. It was an occasion for smiles and tears. I had both. Looking into the faces of those three boys as their parents put the medallions around their necks was a powerful moment that gave me a lump in the throat, which I had to swallow quickly so that I could get on to the business of pronouncing Bill and Laura as husband and wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bill, Laura, Shawn, Hayden and Cooper--thanks for making a memory for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&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/1095067824184055602-6838014024242915854?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/6838014024242915854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=6838014024242915854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/6838014024242915854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/6838014024242915854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/02/bind-us-together.html' title='Bind Us Together'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S4nQrxxbuyI/AAAAAAAABjs/0x7XhFsH9S0/s72-c/Billandlaura2002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-7434580347542619175</id><published>2010-02-23T17:03:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T17:22:18.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big and Small, Short and Tall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...God loves us all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Got a huge grin from the latest picture of Liam and Henry (grandsons #2 &amp;amp; #4). &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S4RiqYZuaaI/AAAAAAAABjQ/mJPIPGN6XeM/s1600-h/BIG+BOY+LITTLE+BOY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 187px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441582730014779810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S4RiqYZuaaI/AAAAAAAABjQ/mJPIPGN6XeM/s320/BIG+BOY+LITTLE+BOY.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liam is 5 years old and, like his father, is tall for his age. Kind of towers over his friends. Henry, now four months old, is making up for his preemie birth and is growing like a weed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Reminded me of a song lyric from one of the old "Kids Praise" albums:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're all children of the Lord, every one. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Big and small, short and tall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And He loves us all&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We're all children of the Lord, every one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He's strong when we're weak, He's humble and meek&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And He loves us all. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Liam dotes on his little bro. I'&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S4RiNg2myOI/AAAAAAAABjI/191p6-X42rU/s1600-h/henry+and+liam+hook+em.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441582234067192034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S4RiNg2myOI/AAAAAAAABjI/191p6-X42rU/s320/henry+and+liam+hook+em.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;m sure in years to come they'll have their share of fights but to see them together is a joy. Liam holds Henry so tenderly and as the second picture indicates, they watch football together, wearing the proper colors, I might add. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-7434580347542619175?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/7434580347542619175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=7434580347542619175&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/7434580347542619175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/7434580347542619175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/02/big-and-small-short-and-tall.html' title='Big and Small, Short and Tall'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S4RiqYZuaaI/AAAAAAAABjQ/mJPIPGN6XeM/s72-c/BIG+BOY+LITTLE+BOY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-6014508846568057384</id><published>2010-02-21T17:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T18:02:51.201-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unintended one-upmanship</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...Niece Tori goes head to head with the pastor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So we're sitting in church this morning with our niece, and while Pastor Gary was speaking he asked, almost rhetorically, if anyone had memorized the Bible &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S4HFni7u0SI/AAAAAAAABi4/xcqb3YqrEHU/s1600-h/may06.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440847108023177506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S4HFni7u0SI/AAAAAAAABi4/xcqb3YqrEHU/s320/may06.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;verse (Deut 6:4-6) that is the focus of the current sermon series. In his question, though, he mentioned only verses 4-5. Out of around 1500 people in the auditorium, only one hand went up--Tori's. One of the staff brings a microphone over, everyone looks at her, the tv cameras are on her, and she calmly asks if he wants just verses 4-5 or 4-6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I nearly bit through my tongue laughing. Here's my twenty year old niece, jousting with the senior pastor of a 5000 member church. It made me so proud. Way to go, Tori. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If you don't have a Bible handy, go to &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;www.biblegateway.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and you can read the verses in question. The video is already up on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.truthcasting.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.truthcasting.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; (keyword: Heights) or on the church website at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theheights.org/sermons"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;www.theheights.org/sermons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tori's big moment occurs about 10 minutes into the video. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To learn more about our church go to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theheights.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;http://www.theheights.org/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Ken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-6014508846568057384?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/6014508846568057384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=6014508846568057384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/6014508846568057384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/6014508846568057384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/02/unintended-one-upmanship.html' title='Unintended one-upmanship'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S4HFni7u0SI/AAAAAAAABi4/xcqb3YqrEHU/s72-c/may06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-2050632507644596362</id><published>2010-01-28T21:17:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T20:24:03.088-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Little Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...the power of the "And"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S2JbHVbCh7I/AAAAAAAABhc/p-Hp7XXCYTc/s1600-h/ampersand_logo_full.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 276px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432004282130007986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S2JbHVbCh7I/AAAAAAAABhc/p-Hp7XXCYTc/s320/ampersand_logo_full.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ken, Donna, just two names, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Until one day, something changed&lt;br /&gt;They added a word to hold their names together Now when they are heard, sounds just forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add one little word suddenly there’s mystery&lt;br /&gt;One little word, don’t you hear the history &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S2JeA1q6JMI/AAAAAAAABho/1Sn4yk1dZLQ/s1600-h/DSC_0398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432007469062300866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S2JeA1q6JMI/AAAAAAAABho/1Sn4yk1dZLQ/s320/DSC_0398.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can understand the power of the "and"&lt;br /&gt;There between their names,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In one little word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me , you, just two more names&lt;br /&gt;But add that word, you know it’s not the same&lt;br /&gt;Comfort to our children, And hope for young lovers&lt;br /&gt;When one name is spoken always with the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add one little word suddenly there’s mystery&lt;br /&gt;One little word, don’t you hear the history&lt;br /&gt;Who can understand the power of the "and"&lt;br /&gt;There between our names&lt;br /&gt;In one little word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s hard to believe and Lord it’s hard to say&lt;br /&gt;Why anyone would ever want to throw that word away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One little word, suddenly there’s mystery&lt;br /&gt;One little word don’t you hear the history&lt;br /&gt;Who can understand the love is in the "And"&lt;br /&gt;May it always remain, there between our names&lt;br /&gt;Where love can be heard&lt;br /&gt;In one little word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Words &amp;amp; music by Steve Chapman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-2050632507644596362?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/2050632507644596362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=2050632507644596362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/2050632507644596362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/2050632507644596362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/01/one-little-word.html' title='One Little Word'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S2JbHVbCh7I/AAAAAAAABhc/p-Hp7XXCYTc/s72-c/ampersand_logo_full.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-3637667967797224526</id><published>2010-01-25T16:29:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:55:25.698-05:00</updated><title type='text'>O Brother Where Art Thou</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fde5ed3099a8a3de" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfde5ed3099a8a3de%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331470119%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB5A98C7B8EEF17E00EC37C32F2D40D8CA8A3F2D.75AFF22B4CADE324A54DD939C71764E0B377BCFC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfde5ed3099a8a3de%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYuETPH5ozeijNVsQOnhAhzZmXKQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfde5ed3099a8a3de%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331470119%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DB5A98C7B8EEF17E00EC37C32F2D40D8CA8A3F2D.75AFF22B4CADE324A54DD939C71764E0B377BCFC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfde5ed3099a8a3de%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYuETPH5ozeijNVsQOnhAhzZmXKQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Our grandson #3 is Alexander James, but he is usually called Nander. Check out this video, shot on a cellphone, of him sleeping. It has sound--turn up your speakers. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S14eJt_NPMI/AAAAAAAABg4/djbCxZE9UqY/s1600-h/sleeping3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430811352967756994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S14eJt_NPMI/AAAAAAAABg4/djbCxZE9UqY/s320/sleeping3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The child is interesting and fun in many ways, but he has one outstanding and admirable trait: sleeping anywhere. He can be bouncing off the walls one minute and the next, he's asleep somewhere. We rarely have to coax him to hit the hay. When he's ready to sleep, he just plops down wherever he might be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The pictures of him sleeping are but a few in an album of Nander pix. We've shot a &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S14d8JEaw2I/AAAAAAAABgw/t2aangWG3Ec/s1600-h/sleeping2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430811119719203682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S14d8JEaw2I/AAAAAAAABgw/t2aangWG3Ec/s320/sleeping2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;few, but Heather has made it a point to document this phenom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S14dY436tnI/AAAAAAAABgk/0nJ7ihdnsbg/s1600-h/sleeping1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430810514076382834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S14dY436tnI/AAAAAAAABgk/0nJ7ihdnsbg/s320/sleeping1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sleeping + snoring + any old place. Makes a grandfather proud. I have no problem doing the first two, but I need to learn his secret about the third.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;en&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p.s. to all the ladies, yes I know what you're thinking. You'd love to have eyelashes like Nanders. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-3637667967797224526?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/3637667967797224526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=3637667967797224526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/3637667967797224526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/3637667967797224526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-brother-where-art-thou.html' title='O Brother Where Art Thou'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S14eJt_NPMI/AAAAAAAABg4/djbCxZE9UqY/s72-c/sleeping3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-5347253828605749858</id><published>2010-01-23T15:58:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T16:28:31.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Refrigerator Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...still the good stuff in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;While making a stab at organizing the clutter on my desk I came acros&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S1t0-boD7dI/AAAAAAAABfo/5DjPvHrDX9A/s1600-h/bday+card+from+liam003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430062391641763282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S1t0-boD7dI/AAAAAAAABfo/5DjPvHrDX9A/s320/bday+card+from+liam003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s a birthday card from my grandson, Liam. My birthday was months ago; Liam was 4 years old at the time. Anyway, he loves to draw and create things and when he's here we spend hours making cards and other artwork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here's the inside of the card he made for me. He actually started with a "store bought" card and then customized it. Upon opening the card we find two white pieces of paper taped on the ca&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S1t2qfL-2iI/AAAAAAAABgI/DXcdHvAkxcg/s1600-h/bday+card+from+liam002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430064248023603746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S1t2qfL-2iI/AAAAAAAABgI/DXcdHvAkxcg/s320/bday+card+from+liam002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rd, each with a drawing. The numbers are my age. Below that appears to be a caped figure flying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Upon lifting those flaps, we see his numerous attempts at spelling "granddaddy". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You know, I don't really care whether he can spell "granddaddy" or not. I just want the refrigerator art to keep coming. This masterpiece will now go on the refrigerator along with the artwork from the other grandbabies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S1t2UpMCcjI/AAAAAAAABf8/NnsjEiibbl8/s1600-h/DSC_0399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 273px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430063872751071794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S1t2UpMCcjI/AAAAAAAABf8/NnsjEiibbl8/s320/DSC_0399.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The picture is of Liam (in the Longhorn jersey) with his cousins Aidan and Alexander. It was taken January 1, 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-5347253828605749858?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/5347253828605749858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=5347253828605749858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/5347253828605749858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/5347253828605749858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/01/more-refrigerator-art.html' title='More Refrigerator Art'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S1t0-boD7dI/AAAAAAAABfo/5DjPvHrDX9A/s72-c/bday+card+from+liam003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-6024199895489863346</id><published>2010-01-19T16:18:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T16:45:10.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...a sleeping baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little guy is the latest big news from Autumn Sadler, one of my favorite wedding coordinators and the events manager at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fairytalemanor.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fairy Tale Manor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; in Frisco. Click the link for more info. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S1Y1eonTnJI/AAAAAAAABfU/GRN1sN3L9B0/s1600-h/sadler+baby1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428585201256340626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S1Y1eonTnJI/AAAAAAAABfU/GRN1sN3L9B0/s320/sadler+baby1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this picture. Wouldn't you love to be able to sleep that soundly and comfortably? However, all of us who have children know that such sound sleep only lasts until the baby is hungry or needs changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn is one of those reasons why I like to slow down on my jou&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S1Y1V5w1d4I/AAAAAAAABfM/1X1hSfE_mvU/s1600-h/sadler+baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428585051240888194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S1Y1V5w1d4I/AAAAAAAABfM/1X1hSfE_mvU/s320/sadler+baby2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rney through life and get to know the people I meet at the various venues I visit on a regular basis. If I focused strictly on only one goal, doing one job, then I wouldn't have had a chance to get to know all the wonderful people who send me baby pictures and Christmas cards and birth announcements and graduation announcements and...well you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the pix, Autumn. Congratulations to you and your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Ken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-6024199895489863346?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/6024199895489863346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=6024199895489863346&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/6024199895489863346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/6024199895489863346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/01/happiness-is.html' title='Happiness Is'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S1Y1eonTnJI/AAAAAAAABfU/GRN1sN3L9B0/s72-c/sadler+baby1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-2243085337246738816</id><published>2010-01-13T17:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:00:08.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pat On The Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...for doing something we love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It is a true privilege to be associated with the group of guys at LoveNotes. Each&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S05d-x3s78I/AAAAAAAABeU/lY21wOem7nU/s1600-h/OneWed+2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 186px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426377934148267970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S05d-x3s78I/AAAAAAAABeU/lY21wOem7nU/s320/OneWed+2009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; one of us feels the joy of doing what we do. However, a little pat on the back is always nice. Everyone wants and needs encouragement. It's doubly nice when it's unexpected and for something that we enjoy so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am pleased to announce that LoveNotes has been named a 2009 OneWed vendor of the year. This is the second year in a row that we've been given this honor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;OneWed,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onewed.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;www.onewed.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; is one of the premier resources for couples planning a wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-2243085337246738816?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/2243085337246738816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=2243085337246738816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/2243085337246738816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/2243085337246738816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/01/pat-on-back.html' title='A Pat On The Back'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S05d-x3s78I/AAAAAAAABeU/lY21wOem7nU/s72-c/OneWed+2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-3436230232885456889</id><published>2010-01-13T16:52:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T17:22:54.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Time Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...with a different twist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At LoveNotes we're often given the privilege of officiating weddings i&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S0-JD1FCZqI/AAAAAAAABew/jnhzwoFmsf8/s1600-h/pam_and_doug3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426706774885557922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S0-JD1FCZqI/AAAAAAAABew/jnhzwoFmsf8/s320/pam_and_doug3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n which bride and groom have been married before. Pretty familiar territory. But how about a wedding where the bride and groom were teenage friends, lost track of each other, then reconnected via Facebook? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This situation happened recently and I got to preside over the ceremony for Pam and Doug at a beautiful home outside of Little Elm, Tx. They had met almost 35 years ago when their respective families moved into a company town in Alberta, Canada. She was 17; he was 15. Because I can still remember how a 15 year old boy thinks, I can imagine his g&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S0-JqFp5bFI/AAAAAAAABe4/VJ8VJXgZz28/s1600-h/pam_and_doug2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426707432170155090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S0-JqFp5bFI/AAAAAAAABe4/VJ8VJXgZz28/s320/pam_and_doug2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lee to discover that a tall blue-eyed blond moved in next door. Not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;only that but she had a drivers license AND a car. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;High school ends, though, and people go their separate ways. It wasn't until 2009 that Doug and Pam happened to find each other via Facebook. Upon reconnecting, they discovered that it was like they were never apart. Their relationship simply re-started where it left off. Calling a married couple "best friends" has become something of a cliche. But in this case it's absolutely true. Take a close look at Doug--that may be the same "I'm the luckiest guy on the earth" look he had 35 years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My thanks to Brandi Chesser for providing the pictures. A newcomer to the photo business, her talent is obvious and I'm sure I'll see her again. If you want to contact her the email address is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:brandi.chesser@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;brandi.chesser@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;UPDATE: 1/22/10. Got a note from Pam that the house here sold promptly and they've settled in to married life in British Columbia where Doug owns a business. He still has that same look on his face :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/1095067824184055602-3436230232885456889?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/3436230232885456889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=3436230232885456889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/3436230232885456889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/3436230232885456889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/01/second-time-around.html' title='Second Time Around'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S0-JD1FCZqI/AAAAAAAABew/jnhzwoFmsf8/s72-c/pam_and_doug3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-7207215614175140221</id><published>2010-01-10T20:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T20:44:59.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoë</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...nothing like a good ol' dawg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On January 1, 2010 our branch of the &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S0qPmuElyBI/AAAAAAAABdI/KQGiq1cJX8k/s1600-h/kb+and+zoe1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425306596486268946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S0qPmuElyBI/AAAAAAAABdI/KQGiq1cJX8k/s320/kb+and+zoe1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;family (all ten of us, plus my dad) got to spend some quality time together at Willow Lake in Wills Point, Texas. Great day, as described on this blog and others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, we have a granddog, Zoe. There's supposed to be an umlaut over the "e" but I don't know how to do that here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway, on New Year's Day, Zoe and I went for a run, a walk, and a golf cart ride. She's a shepherd/blue heeler mix and is amazingly strong. At one point, when the batteries on the cart were a little weak, she hopped off and helped pull us up a slight incline. When I tugged on the leash, she hopped back on the seat and away we went. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S0qPWvBDhsI/AAAAAAAABdA/eoo8Wv7NfhQ/s1600-h/kb+and+zoe2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425306321861969602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S0qPWvBDhsI/AAAAAAAABdA/eoo8Wv7NfhQ/s320/kb+and+zoe2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aidan, Alexander and Liam thought it was quite a sight for granddaddy to be taking the dog for a ride. I thought it was quite fun. My thanks to Heather for the pix. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-7207215614175140221?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/7207215614175140221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=7207215614175140221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/7207215614175140221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/7207215614175140221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/01/zoe.html' title='Zoë'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S0qPmuElyBI/AAAAAAAABdI/KQGiq1cJX8k/s72-c/kb+and+zoe1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-8098209582266266283</id><published>2010-01-02T15:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T16:07:44.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...and the years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Everything seems to go faster as one gets older. Can't stop it, but at least you can acknowledge it and try to enjoy every moment. One of those once in a lifetime moments happened on January 1, 2010. Our branch of th&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Sz_DLpW0vbI/AAAAAAAABbM/J76fCs6PYx8/s1600-h/DSC_0394.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 366px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422267081224928690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Sz_DLpW0vbI/AAAAAAAABbM/J76fCs6PYx8/s320/DSC_0394.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e family got to spend time with my dad in Wills Point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Good food, good times. Mamaw taught Aidan, Alexander and Liam about fishing. Ian took the boys out in the canoe. My dad got to meet his newest great-grandson. I took the three older ones cruising in the golf cart. The boys got to see a five pound catfish. Ducks, herons and hawks flying over the lake. Generally one of those days you wish wouldn't end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;AND...we got a family picture. My dad, me, Donna, Adam (with Heather, Aidan &amp;amp; Alexander) and Ian (with Alyssa, Liam, and Henry). Age range 85 years down to 2 months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-8098209582266266283?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/8098209582266266283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=8098209582266266283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/8098209582266266283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/8098209582266266283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2010/01/miles.html' title='The Miles'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Sz_DLpW0vbI/AAAAAAAABbM/J76fCs6PYx8/s72-c/DSC_0394.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-620398845961794969</id><published>2009-12-22T18:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:34:49.316-06:00</updated><title type='text'>H-Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...minus 5 days and counting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ian and the family are headed to Dallas this weekend. We'll finally get to&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SzFrCOuS3kI/AAAAAAAABa8/naYdHRnmtlQ/s1600-h/15531_1313920771114_1323521263_878476_2319576_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418229512759598658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SzFrCOuS3kI/AAAAAAAABa8/naYdHRnmtlQ/s320/15531_1313920771114_1323521263_878476_2319576_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; see and hold Henry Adam, the miracle baby. Can't wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;every time I look down at my arms, there seems to be a little Henry-shaped space there, just waiting. Only problem I see coming is whether it's me or Donna that gets to the door first. I may be a grandfather, but I think I can out run her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-620398845961794969?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/620398845961794969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=620398845961794969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/620398845961794969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/620398845961794969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2009/12/h-day.html' title='H-Day'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SzFrCOuS3kI/AAAAAAAABa8/naYdHRnmtlQ/s72-c/15531_1313920771114_1323521263_878476_2319576_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-4140082354575290332</id><published>2009-12-20T17:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T17:30:26.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Really Flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...especially as I get older&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thirty-one years ago today, almost at this hour, our second son was born at Seton Hospital in Austin. Never forget being at work that afternoon and getting the call from Donna that her water broke. At that time I was working in a car dealership in Austin and as I ran out the door the first car I came to with keys in it belonged to the owner of the dealership. I jumped in and took off, hoping he'd forgive me under the circumstances. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Sy6y_8fVOuI/AAAAAAAABas/QRdRAm6rSus/s1600-h/boys+on+game+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 292px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417464213412330210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Sy6y_8fVOuI/AAAAAAAABas/QRdRAm6rSus/s320/boys+on+game+day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ian was a little early and was born by c-section but he came out healthy and hungry, two things that haven't changed much in 31 years. As I look at him now, with two sons of his own, it's hard to remember him as a newborn. Because of the c-section and because he was early, we had to celebrate Christmas in the hospital room that year. Best Christmas gift I ever got. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Happy Birthday, son. I love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;p.s. The owner of the car dealership did forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-4140082354575290332?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/4140082354575290332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=4140082354575290332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/4140082354575290332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/4140082354575290332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2009/12/time-really-flies.html' title='Time Really Flies'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Sy6y_8fVOuI/AAAAAAAABas/QRdRAm6rSus/s72-c/boys+on+game+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-4942756962989292071</id><published>2009-12-13T20:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:08:59.474-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuletide Cheer</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...and a couple of tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;TLBW and I went caroling tonight along with a dozen or so other members of our homeowner's association. Beautiful night, stars out, no wind. Perfect. One of our members had made a list of those in the neighborhood who can't get out due to illness or other reasons. What a joy to see the doors open and smiles light up brighter than the Christmas lights out front! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The one that will stay in my mind for a while is an 80-something lady with a sweet countenance who came to the door in a gown. We had been told that she'd recently had a fall, plus she's in the early stages of Alzheimers. As we sang our songs, tears rolled down her cheeks across the wrinkles and onto the smile she had for us. Have to admit that part way into the second song the words faltered a bit, mainly due to the lump in my throat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As we turned to go I noticed I wasn't the only one with watery eyes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don't even know her name and I imagine she doesn't realize how those tears and her smile brightened our lives tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I give thanks to God that out of close to a thousand homes in the neighborhood, He let us go to hers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-4942756962989292071?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/4942756962989292071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=4942756962989292071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/4942756962989292071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/4942756962989292071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2009/12/yuletide-cheer.html' title='Yuletide Cheer'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-7831929677720714025</id><published>2009-12-06T15:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T11:29:08.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping Up With My Couples</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...Justin &amp;amp; Ashley show off their new arrival.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At a wedding rehearsal the other night, I ran into a couple whose ceremony I &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SyUkG-_KzPI/AAAAAAAABaE/hotUJpuQ1vY/s1600-h/graham+fam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414773829388651762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SyUkG-_KzPI/AAAAAAAABaE/hotUJpuQ1vY/s200/graham+fam.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;officiated last year. They were proud to show off their new arrival, Aidan, who not only slept through the rehearsal, but the next night slept through the ceremony as well. Didn't make a peep, sound asleep. Hmm, maybe I just have that effect on people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anyway, here's a quick pic I snapped with my phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-7831929677720714025?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/7831929677720714025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=7831929677720714025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/7831929677720714025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/7831929677720714025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2009/12/keeping-up-with-my-couples.html' title='Keeping Up With My Couples'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SyUkG-_KzPI/AAAAAAAABaE/hotUJpuQ1vY/s72-c/graham+fam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-716091160420036108</id><published>2009-11-28T21:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:56:02.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Circle of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...some continue, some don't&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is a bittersweet weekend for our family. Today marks my father's 85th birthday. What a guy! Still active and even hosted most of the family at his place for Turkey Day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SxHuiiaHIQI/AAAAAAAABZw/tQDQg7XbLuc/s1600/BABY%252BBYRD_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 236px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409366904567963906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SxHuiiaHIQI/AAAAAAAABZw/tQDQg7XbLuc/s320/BABY%252BBYRD_5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's also the anniversary of the loss of Sydney Grace Byrd. She would have been two years old tomorrow. Click &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3349895"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  to see the video that Ian made for his daughter for her memorial service. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So why do some of us live such long lives and some lives are so short or non-existent? Not for us to know or understand now. We'll find out later. Couple of things I want to ask God, one about Sydney Grace, the other about what miracles He has in store for Henry Adam Byrd, now five weeks old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-716091160420036108?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/716091160420036108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=716091160420036108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/716091160420036108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/716091160420036108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2009/11/circle-of-life.html' title='The Circle of Life'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SxHuiiaHIQI/AAAAAAAABZw/tQDQg7XbLuc/s72-c/BABY%252BBYRD_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-2044187717824066322</id><published>2009-11-16T20:18:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T09:43:50.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Brother, Little Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...never too young to be Longhorns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The picture of Liam and Henry taken during the Texas vs. Baylor game really doesn't need much explanation. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Swlbu0Th63I/AAAAAAAABZc/dgaZ-Q6eofc/s1600/henry+and+liam+hook+em.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406953687507659634" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Swlbu0Th63I/AAAAAAAABZc/dgaZ-Q6eofc/s320/henry+and+liam+hook+em.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Touchdown!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The one of Ian, Liam and Henry was taken game day, 'Horns vs Kansas. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SwlbfSUn0CI/AAAAAAAABZU/jQ3IRBTiq78/s1600/boys+on+game+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 292px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406953420687396898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SwlbfSUn0CI/AAAAAAAABZU/jQ3IRBTiq78/s320/boys+on+game+day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Makes a father proud!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&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/1095067824184055602-2044187717824066322?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/2044187717824066322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=2044187717824066322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/2044187717824066322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/2044187717824066322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2009/11/big-brother-little-brother.html' title='Big Brother, Little Brother'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Swlbu0Th63I/AAAAAAAABZc/dgaZ-Q6eofc/s72-c/henry+and+liam+hook+em.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-1008140995295298447</id><published>2009-11-09T18:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T18:28:00.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Professionals</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...this is why you hire them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Over this past weekend I had an experience that once again points out why you should hire professionals for your wedding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I had a wedding on my schedule at a large Dallas hotel. Rehearsal Friday night went smoothly and the event coordinator was top notch. She and I have worked together before. However, on Saturday, she was injured in a car accident and was not able to be there for the wedding. Turned out, the hotel catering staff has a backup plan for everything. When I walked in on wedding day, things were well under control and all it took was a quick convo between me and some staff members and we were ready to proceed.  The ceremony and reception went as planned without a hitch in getting them hitched. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My advice to couples is this: your wedding day only happens once so take advantage of industry professionals who have the experience to make your occasion go smoothly. Whether you go for an all-inconclusive package at a hotel or country club, or if you hire your own individual vendors, use seasoned professionals. At the end of the day, you'll be happier for it. And always have a backup plan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Okay, I know I'll get asked, so the answer is: Hotel Adolphus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-1008140995295298447?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/1008140995295298447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=1008140995295298447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/1008140995295298447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/1008140995295298447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2009/11/professionals.html' title='Professionals'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-732536651666566820</id><published>2009-11-03T18:18:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:24:54.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Byrd, Party of Four</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...your home is ready&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He's home! At the ripe old age of 11 days Henry Adam is home from the &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SvSh2GRTqAI/AAAAAAAABY4/gq2rX6hbh_0/s1600-h/big+bro+shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401119803892279298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SvSh2GRTqAI/AAAAAAAABY4/gq2rX6hbh_0/s320/big+bro+shirt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hospital. This major step was a &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SvDK0GumTkI/AAAAAAAABYs/G5WUs7YJxGk/s1600-h/henry+and+liam3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400038949725294146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SvDK0GumTkI/AAAAAAAABYs/G5WUs7YJxGk/s320/henry+and+liam3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;huge one and a great relief to Ian and Lyss. I think, however, it's an even greater relief to Henry's big brother, who can now see with his own eyes the reality of having a baby bro. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SvDKdBQr2_I/AAAAAAAABYk/2uunVJ6jlpc/s1600-h/henry+and+liam2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400038553120660466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SvDKdBQr2_I/AAAAAAAABYk/2uunVJ6jlpc/s320/henry+and+liam2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This rapid improvement surprised the doctors, who had initially said that Henry might be in the NICU for up to a month. He's a fighter, already gaining weight. He did come home on oxygen but that's temporary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SvDKRY0GE_I/AAAAAAAABYc/HTwJYkSzHAs/s1600-h/DSC04472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 284px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400038353284764658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SvDKRY0GE_I/AAAAAAAABYc/HTwJYkSzHAs/s320/DSC04472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mainly, he's home, surrounded by love. If he was thriving in the hospital, just think how well he'll do at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Enjoy the pix. For some reason, excessive staring at these pictures makes my eyes watery. Wonder why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-732536651666566820?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/732536651666566820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=732536651666566820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/732536651666566820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/732536651666566820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2009/11/byrd-party-of-four.html' title='Byrd, Party of Four'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SvSh2GRTqAI/AAAAAAAABY4/gq2rX6hbh_0/s72-c/big+bro+shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-309527479045478338</id><published>2009-11-02T19:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:05:51.290-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Years Ago</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...I became a grandfather for the first time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Still remember the early phone call on that Saturday, Adam telling me that Heather was in labor. We were dressed,&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Su-PcIMcVEI/AAAAAAAABYQ/5GwZ63a_9vs/s1600-h/face+full+of+teeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399692191639295042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Su-PcIMcVEI/AAAAAAAABYQ/5GwZ63a_9vs/s320/face+full+of+teeth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; packed and in the car in no time at all, heading down I-35 to Round Rock. Luckily, we made it with time to spare and stood outside the birthing room with Heather's parents. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;When we heard the first cry, the tears streamed and a few minutes&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Su-NoV-NIvI/AAAAAAAABYI/X-MyCpZFtX8/s1600-h/232323232%7Ffp536_5_nu%3D3363_642_%3B64_WSNRCG%3D32_6_%3B_546337nu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 190px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399690202472850162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Su-NoV-NIvI/AAAAAAAABYI/X-MyCpZFtX8/s320/232323232%7Ffp536_5_nu%3D3363_642_%3B64_WSNRCG%3D32_6_%3B_546337nu0mrj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; later, Adam burst out of the room with possibly the biggest smile I had ever seen on his face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aidan Kenneth Byrd, born November 2, 2002. He's #1, not in the sense of being the favorite but he was the first and as such will always have a special place in my heart. Happy Birthday, Aidan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-309527479045478338?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/309527479045478338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=309527479045478338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/309527479045478338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/309527479045478338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2009/11/seven-years-ago.html' title='Seven Years Ago'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Su-PcIMcVEI/AAAAAAAABYQ/5GwZ63a_9vs/s72-c/face+full+of+teeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-7916594161688653227</id><published>2009-10-30T20:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T20:19:38.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Tall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...or not&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At a recent wedding in Flower Mound, the guests and the&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SuuPpJajOvI/AAAAAAAABX8/Nc57zWRDs1I/s1600-h/ken+with+bridesmaids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398566515398359794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SuuPpJajOvI/AAAAAAAABX8/Nc57zWRDs1I/s320/ken+with+bridesmaids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; photographer got a chuckle out of this picture. Even standing on the small stage, I could not look the two bridesmaids in the eye. I'm 5'8". Wilma is 6'4", Yveta is 6'2", and they were both wearing heels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-7916594161688653227?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/7916594161688653227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=7916594161688653227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/7916594161688653227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/7916594161688653227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2009/10/walking-tall.html' title='Walking Tall'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SuuPpJajOvI/AAAAAAAABX8/Nc57zWRDs1I/s72-c/ken+with+bridesmaids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-2709903393444111994</id><published>2009-10-24T21:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:08:43.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hook 'Em Henry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SuOym729OkI/AAAAAAAABXQ/tV_Ng-6SgHA/s1600-h/hook+em+henry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396353160492956226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SuOym729OkI/AAAAAAAABXQ/tV_Ng-6SgHA/s320/hook+em+henry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;never too young to be a Longhorn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Doesn't really need much explanation. Not even two days old and Henry is dressed in the right colors, watching the 'Horns open a can of whoopass on Missou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-2709903393444111994?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/2709903393444111994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=2709903393444111994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/2709903393444111994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/2709903393444111994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2009/10/hook-em-henry.html' title='Hook &apos;Em Henry'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SuOym729OkI/AAAAAAAABXQ/tV_Ng-6SgHA/s72-c/hook+em+henry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-953538549531151501</id><published>2009-10-23T13:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T13:40:04.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HE'S HERE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...Henry Adam meets the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;God is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Henry Adam Byrd was delivered by c-section this morning. Five pounds, 3.5 ounces. He started crying as soon as he was out. He's breathing on his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SuH3_i3oJNI/AAAAAAAABXE/p0jAopMj-Wo/s1600-h/8228_1189449269896_1638284702_494774_778877_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395866499630507218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SuH3_i3oJNI/AAAAAAAABXE/p0jAopMj-Wo/s320/8228_1189449269896_1638284702_494774_778877_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;own and has already had a bottle. Alyssa was awake during delivery so she got to experience his first cry, sweet sounds of relief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So far, no breathing tubes, but he'll still be in the NICU for a time. Alyssa is in good spirts; Ian is bouncing off the walls. I can't stop grinning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Appropriately, the first phone call and picture went to Henry's big brother, Liam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Did I mention I can't stop grinning? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken a/k/a Granddaddy Byrd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-953538549531151501?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/953538549531151501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=953538549531151501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/953538549531151501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/953538549531151501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2009/10/hes-here.html' title='HE&apos;S HERE!!'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SuH3_i3oJNI/AAAAAAAABXE/p0jAopMj-Wo/s72-c/8228_1189449269896_1638284702_494774_778877_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-5455599026474844779</id><published>2009-10-22T21:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T22:05:03.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...less than twelve hours to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Just under twelve hours from now, Henry Adam Byrd will be delivered into the world after spending less than 34 weeks in preparation. I cannot begin to fathom the feelings and pressures that Ian and Alyssa are under. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I do know this: my son and his wife are among the two strongest and faithful human beings on the planet. How many of us would willingly take this step of faith to bring a child into the world, especially given the events of the last two years? &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SuEc3SEmIaI/AAAAAAAABW4/_XCPUnaTGLM/s1600-h/lyss+henry+and+footprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395625564636062114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SuEc3SEmIaI/AAAAAAAABW4/_XCPUnaTGLM/s320/lyss+henry+and+footprint.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This picture, taken just a few days ago at the hospital by our friend Amy, is so descriptive. Alyssa, very pregnant and so beautiful, cradling Henry, with the footprint of Sydney Grace forever on her own foot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I can't help but wonder what wonderful things are in store for Henry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-5455599026474844779?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/5455599026474844779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=5455599026474844779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/5455599026474844779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/5455599026474844779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-watch_22.html' title='Baby Watch'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SuEc3SEmIaI/AAAAAAAABW4/_XCPUnaTGLM/s72-c/lyss+henry+and+footprint.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-1248280796609025900</id><published>2009-10-13T16:08:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:18:49.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Liam Loves His Little Bro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...and Henry learns to pout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Liam got to see Lyss in the hospital today, which I'm sure is a comfort to mother and child. Here's a pic of Liam giving his little brother a hug. If you aren't sure w&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/StTuHeGlLoI/AAAAAAAABWU/EIeIt7CvViI/s1600-h/liam+and+henry+tummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392196465976487554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/StTuHeGlLoI/AAAAAAAABWU/EIeIt7CvViI/s320/liam+and+henry+tummy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hat you're seeing, just look for the belly button :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;During the latest ultrasound the technician had to give Henry a little zap to get him to cooperate and turn. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/StTtwv9lB2I/AAAAAAAABWM/JKvzKnpFm0A/s1600-h/henry+pouts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392196075633575778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/StTtwv9lB2I/AAAAAAAABWM/JKvzKnpFm0A/s320/henry+pouts.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evidently, he didn't like it as the picture clearly shows a pout on his face. Amazing the detail you can see. BTW, don't worry about the shadow at the top--his head really is there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My thanks to Lyss for the constant updates, pix and Facebook posts. In this case, having the internet is the next best thing to being there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-1248280796609025900?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/1248280796609025900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=1248280796609025900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/1248280796609025900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/1248280796609025900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2009/10/liam-loves-his-little-bro.html' title='Liam Loves His Little Bro'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/StTuHeGlLoI/AAAAAAAABWU/EIeIt7CvViI/s72-c/liam+and+henry+tummy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-7032077703207296542</id><published>2009-10-12T20:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:02:20.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...two weeks or less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Good ultra sound and Henry Adam looks great. Lyss was admitted to the hospital today as a precaution. This is really a relief and a comfort that she'll be so close to monitoring and medical care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now, we wait. Sometime in the next 14 days, Henry will greet the outside world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-7032077703207296542?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/7032077703207296542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=7032077703207296542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/7032077703207296542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/7032077703207296542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2009/10/baby-watch.html' title='Baby Watch'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-7973782384287260640</id><published>2009-09-24T17:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T18:03:55.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Henry Adam Byrd</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...30 weeks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Alyssa's daily doc visits are going well and today is week 30, the magic number for Ian &amp;amp; Alyssa. The baby is still developing well, very active and the 4D ultrasound pix are amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Now, if I could just draw a good deep breath! I'm not sure that will happen until Henry is delivered to greet his future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." -Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-7973782384287260640?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/7973782384287260640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=7973782384287260640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/7973782384287260640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/7973782384287260640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-on-henry-adam-byrd.html' title='Update on Henry Adam Byrd'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-4353941012388324826</id><published>2009-09-09T17:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T17:47:25.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Eight Weeks and Counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;...Henry Adam Byrd is on the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Got the news from Alyssa today that her latest doctor visit went well. She's at 28 weeks and the baby is actually measuring a week ahead at 2 lbs 9&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SqgwMYR-h9I/AAAAAAAABWE/tuG4vVlxWyY/s1600-h/BYRD%27S_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 230px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379602744128473042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SqgwMYR-h9I/AAAAAAAABWE/tuG4vVlxWyY/s200/BYRD%27S_2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oz. Very soon she'll start on steroids for the baby's lung development (in case of very early delivery), and they'll be monitoring her very closely. Depending on the daily tests, she may be hospitalized until delivery. They won't let her go past 36 weeks, given her history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;One step at a time. Right now, we just need to pray that she gets past the 30 week mark. That is a huge mental as well as physical hurdle, as it was at 30 weeks that they lost Sydney Grace in 2007. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The picture is from yesterday's 4D ultrasound. Can't wait to hold him and wonder what God has in store for him. After the events of the last two years, I know that this child will have a purpose in life, but right now only God knows what that is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-4353941012388324826?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/4353941012388324826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=4353941012388324826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/4353941012388324826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/4353941012388324826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2009/09/twenty-eight-weeks-and-counting.html' title='Twenty Eight Weeks and Counting'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SqgwMYR-h9I/AAAAAAAABWE/tuG4vVlxWyY/s72-c/BYRD%27S_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-4782817515836346251</id><published>2009-09-04T16:45:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T21:18:54.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They Walk Among Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...you never know when you'll meet a hero&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 24, 2005 is a special day for Sarabeth and Graham (and me!). On that day I had the honor of officiating their wedding ceremony. I knew at the time that Graham was a new officer with the Dallas Police Department. I also sensed that this was a young man with steely resolve and yet compassionate heart--the kind of guy you want on your side. Wouldn't want to be on the wrong side of Graham and yet I'm more than happy to have him protecting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a couple of years and I discovered that Sarabeth is in the wedding &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SqGQS9t89jI/AAAAAAAABV8/LkN-xpmUsO4/s1600-h/sarabethQ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 152px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377738085536429618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SqGQS9t89jI/AAAAAAAABV8/LkN-xpmUsO4/s200/sarabethQ.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;planning business, most recently starting her own company, called Sarabeth Events. Click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sarabethevents.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; for more info. Sarabeth is one of the premier event planners in north Texas. Through the wedding industry, I've been able to stay in regular contact with the couple. Not regular enough, apparently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure how I missed this story in the Dallas Morning News, but Graham got his mug and a story on the front page of the paper on April 3, 2009. You can read the story of his actions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dallasnews.com/sharedcontent/dws/dn/latestnews/stories/040309dnmetcopattitudes.3ab871e.html?ocp=4"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;. Sorry, but I don't have a better picture of Graham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, got an email from Sarabeth that their first child is due later this year. Graham Alden Quattlebaum is due December 8. Maybe I'll get some baby pix that I can post later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the thing: in the course of our daily lives, we never know who we'll meet, what person might impact our lives, or how we might impact someone else's life. We just need to be open to those around us. By the way, I'm absolutely sure that Graham is not comfortable with the "hero" title but that's okay. Just know that if you're on the Dallas streets and you get stopped by a muscular, athletic looking officer with a really long name that starts with "Q", you're looking at a hero. Sign the ticket and tell him "thanks".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Graham, for protecting and serving us. And thanks, Sarabeth, for supporting your man in his chosen profession. I'll be expecting the baby pix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Ken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-4782817515836346251?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/4782817515836346251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=4782817515836346251&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/4782817515836346251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/4782817515836346251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2009/09/they-walk-among-us.html' title='They Walk Among Us'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SqGQS9t89jI/AAAAAAAABV8/LkN-xpmUsO4/s72-c/sarabethQ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-8758723696917426411</id><published>2009-09-03T21:05:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T21:33:27.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>With Every Marriage and Every Birth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...the circle of love grows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Sometime ar&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SqB7iZzMFcI/AAAAAAAABV0/jXg6LdAd2mc/s1600-h/Ken+and+the+Mackeys2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377433786051728834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SqB7iZzMFcI/AAAAAAAABV0/jXg6LdAd2mc/s200/Ken+and+the+Mackeys2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ound the spring of 2008 I met a young couple in love and we were planning a fall wedding, I think. Then plans changed as they found they had a daughter on the way. Kim and Parrish decided that they wanted not only a wed&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SqB7WjHyldI/AAAAAAAABVs/GoogvPdRA9Q/s1600-h/Peyton+and+Ken2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377433582395626962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SqB7WjHyldI/AAAAAAAABVs/GoogvPdRA9Q/s200/Peyton+and+Ken2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ding ceremony, but a baptism for their daughter as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So in late June of this year, at the newly built Capella Court Gardens, about 150 family members and friends got to witnes&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SqB6d8ZvPyI/AAAAAAAABVU/S3nQdEQMYs8/s1600-h/peyton+parrish+baptism.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 229px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377432609929248546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SqB6d8ZvPyI/AAAAAAAABVU/S3nQdEQMYs8/s320/peyton+parrish+baptism.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s not only the beginning of a new marriage and a new family, but the baptism of Peyton Julia as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SqB7J7b1I-I/AAAAAAAABVk/YmeCeNJlcXA/s1600-h/Peyton+and+Ken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377433365583832034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SqB7J7b1I-I/AAAAAAAABVk/YmeCeNJlcXA/s200/Peyton+and+Ken.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Work, home and family are now the focus for Kim and Parrish. For now, here are some of the pix that Kim sent me. There'll be more when there's time. Pictures can wait. Peyton Julia comes first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The circle grows. Have I mentioned I love what I do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&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/1095067824184055602-8758723696917426411?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/8758723696917426411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=8758723696917426411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/8758723696917426411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/8758723696917426411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2009/09/with-every-marriage-and-every-birth.html' title='With Every Marriage and Every Birth'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SqB7iZzMFcI/AAAAAAAABV0/jXg6LdAd2mc/s72-c/Ken+and+the+Mackeys2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-608025054380205844</id><published>2009-08-27T20:39:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T16:31:07.761-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...love beyond belief&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My life is so blessed with family and friends. Julie, Gavin &amp;amp; Landry. David, Rena and kids. Stephanie (Turtle) and son. Stacie, Ryan &amp;amp; Dawson.  Adam, Heather, Ian&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Spc5AuVS6MI/AAAAAAAABVM/iboBFeleylE/s1600-h/232323232%7Ffp536_5_nu%3D3363_642_%3B64_WSNRCG%3D32_6_%3B_546337nu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374827364890110146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Spc5AuVS6MI/AAAAAAAABVM/iboBFeleylE/s320/232323232%7Ffp536_5_nu%3D3363_642_%3B64_WSNRCG%3D32_6_%3B_546337nu0mrj.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Alyssa, Aidan, Alexander, Liam and soon, Henry Adam. There's also Sydney Grace who lives in heaven. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The pictures are of my namesakes: Aidan Kenneth (almost 7) and Dawson Kenneth (one year). Aidan was at NASA space camp sitting in the "spinning chair" controlled by a computer. The look of concentration on his face is in character for him. Dawson is obviously enjoying his birthday cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Spc4F2C5pBI/AAAAAAAABU8/FmSYy83cT54/s1600-h/1089767_20090715_100000294406643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374826353348158482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Spc4F2C5pBI/AAAAAAAABU8/FmSYy83cT54/s320/1089767_20090715_100000294406643.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am blessed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-608025054380205844?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/608025054380205844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=608025054380205844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/608025054380205844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/608025054380205844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-blessed.html' title='I Am Blessed'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Spc5AuVS6MI/AAAAAAAABVM/iboBFeleylE/s72-c/232323232%7Ffp536_5_nu%3D3363_642_%3B64_WSNRCG%3D32_6_%3B_546337nu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-975738632718798056</id><published>2009-08-23T10:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T18:05:22.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>August 23, 1969</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SpFju0PYWLI/AAAAAAAABT0/31Xlfk4k-pA/s1600-h/kenanddonna08369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 261px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373185486377998514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SpFju0PYWLI/AAAAAAAABT0/31Xlfk4k-pA/s320/kenanddonna08369.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...the best day of my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;In Austin, Texas any August day is hot. The 23rd was especially so. My father-in-laws tux was delivered without pants. Thirty minutes before ceremony, the organ broke and the musician had to transpose to piano. None of that mattered. Still the best day of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Happy 40th anniversary to the one and only love of my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Love and blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-975738632718798056?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/975738632718798056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=975738632718798056&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/975738632718798056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/975738632718798056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-23-1969.html' title='August 23, 1969'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SpFju0PYWLI/AAAAAAAABT0/31Xlfk4k-pA/s72-c/kenanddonna08369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-4388096016765405461</id><published>2009-08-13T15:54:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:36:16.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Refrigerator Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...this is the good stuff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When you walk into anyone's home and you want to find out what's important to them without ever asking a question, what do you do? Walk into the kitchen and look at the&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SoSA11xKSXI/AAAAAAAABTc/2q6ZNN9hfr0/s1600-h/leona+refrigerator+art001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369558318187170162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SoSA11xKSXI/AAAAAAAABTc/2q6ZNN9hfr0/s200/leona+refrigerator+art001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; refrigerator! Refrigerator art--it's the good stuff, better than any pricey painting or print hanging in the living room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When I meet with couples about to be a blended family--to begin the process of planning a wedding ceremony--I always take with me paper, stickers,&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SoSBCtW2Q3I/AAAAAAAABTk/yZ1b7gzAoDI/s1600-h/leona+refrigerator+art002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369558539267621746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SoSBCtW2Q3I/AAAAAAAABTk/yZ1b7gzAoDI/s200/leona+refrigerator+art002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; crayons and markers to keep the small children entertained while the adults chat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Last night I met with Nicole and her five year old daughter, Leona.  The groom couldn't join us, mainly because he's currently on an aircraft carrier in the Persian Gulf. Anyway, Leona was overwhelmingly charming, articulate and imaginative. In most cases the children take their artwork with them, but Leona held them out to me and said "I made these for you". (that squishy sound you hear is my heart melting)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SoSBUy5Z0MI/AAAAAAAABTs/zC6muEljs1c/s1600-h/leona+refrigerator+art003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 168px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369558849992380610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SoSBUy5Z0MI/AAAAAAAABTs/zC6muEljs1c/s200/leona+refrigerator+art003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We made plans to include the child in the wedding ceremony. Should make for a very tender moment. In December as Nicole and Tim become husband and wife, Leona will be entering the new family to make it complete. Stay tuned for more pix at Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Thanks, Leona, for the artwork and for the sweet hug you gave me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-4388096016765405461?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/4388096016765405461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=4388096016765405461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/4388096016765405461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/4388096016765405461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2009/08/refrigerator-art.html' title='Refrigerator Art'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SoSA11xKSXI/AAAAAAAABTc/2q6ZNN9hfr0/s72-c/leona+refrigerator+art001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-5652630947130331148</id><published>2009-08-10T18:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T18:29:07.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Back Where It Belongs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...third finger, left hand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;If you saw my April 29 entry you know that I recently had to have my wedding ring cut off my finger following a hand injury. It took a few weeks to heal and the swelling to go down so I&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SoCs5mgcF3I/AAAAAAAABTU/19gDw1TEVf8/s1600-h/wedding+band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 168px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368480861414758258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SoCs5mgcF3I/AAAAAAAABTU/19gDw1TEVf8/s320/wedding+band.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; waited til just recently to have the ring repaired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I'm happy to report that I picked up the ring and took it home to my bride so she could put it back on my finger, just as she did on August 23, 1969. Can't prove it, but I swear I sleep better at night knowing it's back where it belongs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We're about to celebrate anniversary number 40. Forty years! But then, who else but my bride would put up with me that long? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-5652630947130331148?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/5652630947130331148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=5652630947130331148&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/5652630947130331148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/5652630947130331148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-back-where-it-belongs.html' title='It&apos;s Back Where It Belongs'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SoCs5mgcF3I/AAAAAAAABTU/19gDw1TEVf8/s72-c/wedding+band.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-5332572469808907835</id><published>2009-08-03T17:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T20:39:23.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Space Camp For Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...it's real, and it's NASA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;May not have pictures to post for a few days, but grandson #1, Aidan Kenneth, is in Houston this week for NASA Space Camp. Unbelievably exciting! Can't wait to hear about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Heather is there with him, but she doesn't attend the camp. It's kind of like school mixed with summer camp. He goes there every morning at 8am and is done by 4pm or so. This gives Heather and her mom free time d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SndpexXn2qI/AAAAAAAABSM/gjbMu_a-l3A/s1600-h/aidan+july+2008_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365873458404645538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SndpexXn2qI/AAAAAAAABSM/gjbMu_a-l3A/s320/aidan+july+2008_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;uring the day to explore Houston. Or shop. Or sit by the pool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Aidan has an unquenchable thirst for learning which is a good thing. But it also means that the word "why?" comes out of his mouth about 8,000 times a day. That's okay. He's happiest when he's being fed a continuous stream of anything to do with science, math and space exploration. He continues to insist that he plans to be the first man to walk on Mars, a goal he started to mention two years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Aidan will be 7 years old in November. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Way to Go, Aidan! And about that Mars thing- take extra undies, it's a long trip. And if you get to Jupiter, make a u-turn. You went too far. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ken (or as Aidan knows me, Granddaddy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-5332572469808907835?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/5332572469808907835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=5332572469808907835&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/5332572469808907835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/5332572469808907835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2009/08/space-camp-for-kids.html' title='Space Camp For Kids'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SndpexXn2qI/AAAAAAAABSM/gjbMu_a-l3A/s72-c/aidan+july+2008_002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-3415828019743382661</id><published>2009-08-01T20:06:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T18:15:13.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taj Mahal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...the perfect setting for a proposal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When the mother of the bride tells me they plan to serve a whole roast pig at the rehearsal, I have to figure this will be an interesting event. Then to find&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Sni8VqZAxWI/AAAAAAAABSc/B6PQA3Q-KAQ/s1600-h/marjulieux2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 251px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 335px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366246036354418018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Sni8VqZAxWI/AAAAAAAABSc/B6PQA3Q-KAQ/s320/marjulieux2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; out that the groom proposed to the bride in front of the Taj Mahal in India, well, I just couldn't wait to be involved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;If you're thinking there is big time ethnic diversity going on, you'd be incorrect. Both families are Texans from Wylie, and the bride &amp;amp; groom are in grad school at Texas A&amp;amp;M. They just happen to be well traveled and absolutely thirsty for knowledge and experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Richard and Brittany were actually the proverbial high school sweethearts at Wylie High School. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Too bad I don't have pictures of the rehearsal dinner but even a picture wouldn't do justice to the main course. Seis Lagos clubhouse was a wonderful setting and the roast pig was done to perfection in a "Chinese box" by the father of the groom. Nothing says "good time" to a southern boy like me quite as much as roast pork. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Sni_-RxsEbI/AAAAAAAABTE/v4_fPrK3T_o/s1600-h/marjulieux3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366250032656552370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Sni_-RxsEbI/AAAAAAAABTE/v4_fPrK3T_o/s320/marjulieux3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Wedding day included the usual pre-ceremony butterflies and tears (from the bride and the groom). A few more tears during the ceremony. The bride was stunning, as you can see in the pictures, and for some reason her dress and hairstyle brought to mind images somewhere between a classic 1940's movie, or maybe my hippie days in Austin in the mid-1960's (cue Scott McKenzie's "San Francisco Be Sure to Wear Some Flowers in Your Hair)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Except that the groom had to respond to certain questions in the ceremony, I'm not sure he heard a word I was saying--he was totally focused on his bride. It's okay, Richard, everyone else was, too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;An interesting element in the ceremony was a "knot tying". Literally. The&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Sni_n-YK7MI/AAAAAAAABS8/BJuUm6jEmeA/s1600-h/marjulieux4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366249649492126914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Sni_n-YK7MI/AAAAAAAABS8/BJuUm6jEmeA/s320/marjulieux4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; couple decided to add an interesting twist to an ancient Celtic tradition called &lt;em&gt;handfasting&lt;/em&gt;--they tied a figure-eight knot as a symbol of their commitment and unity. When viewed on its side, the knot forms the math &amp;amp; science symbol for &lt;em&gt;infinity&lt;/em&gt;. Nice touch and I liked it. The knot is now part of their keepsakes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have to give propers to Sharon, mother of the groom, who was my initial contact and the one responsible for much of the planning (since bride and groom were in grad school). Her regular emails and phone calls to me were a blessing and kept me in the loop for planning. When I know someone is handling all the myriad details of a wedding, it allows me to relax a little and just concentrate on bride, groom and ceremony. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&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/1095067824184055602-3415828019743382661?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/3415828019743382661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=3415828019743382661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/3415828019743382661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/3415828019743382661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2009/08/taj-mahal.html' title='Taj Mahal'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Sni8VqZAxWI/AAAAAAAABSc/B6PQA3Q-KAQ/s72-c/marjulieux2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-7926401392009692004</id><published>2009-07-23T16:02:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:25:51.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ease On Down The Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...a whole new processional idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't seen this video, click the link below. It pretty much blows the lid off any wedding processional you've ever seen. I'm not suggesting that this is for everyone, and many will want a more solemn moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I view a wedding as a celebration and this couple definitely started their marriage with a celebration and a sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance. Boogie. Get down wit yo bad self. Watch video &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NbxnfGvEojg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy. InJoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;Ken "Gotta Dance" Byrd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;07/24/09 UPDATE:  Apparently this video has gone viral and the couple has been on some of the morning tv shows. The first dance at the reception was also choreographed, but I haven't seen it posted anywhere yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-7926401392009692004?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/7926401392009692004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=7926401392009692004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/7926401392009692004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/7926401392009692004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2009/07/ease-on-down-road.html' title='Ease On Down The Road'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-631410456480605377</id><published>2009-07-22T15:34:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:10:27.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys Will Be Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;even when they're 34&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My daughter-in-law, Heather, recently combined a couple of their family pic sites into one blog. As any grandparent would, I applaud this move because it gives me quicker access to pix of two grandsons in Round Rock. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;The latest blog entry covers a recent family outing to Zilker Park in Austin. Adam &amp;amp; Heather took Alexander (4 years old) while Aidan (6 years old) was in a summer school program called Summer Wonders. The school is for kids wh&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Smd9YoZ4pSI/AAAAAAAABSE/xwaCFUPaExs/s1600-h/zilker+zephyr+aj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361391743524185378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Smd9YoZ4pSI/AAAAAAAABSE/xwaCFUPaExs/s320/zilker+zephyr+aj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o--believe it or not--WANT to go to school in the summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;So while they were at Zilker, they took Alexander (we call him Nander) for a ride on the Zilker Zephyr, a kids train that circles the park. He loved it as you can see from the happy face in the picture. For that matter, how could anyone resist that smooshy face. I can't. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Then there's the third little boy, or as he is sometimes known, father of Aidan and Alexander&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Smd8hzl1JiI/AAAAAAAABRc/_hO7Z6DfgPA/s1600-h/zilker+zephyr+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361390801634272802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Smd8hzl1JiI/AAAAAAAABRc/_hO7Z6DfgPA/s320/zilker+zephyr+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Take this picture for what it's worth; just trust me, it's in character, right down to the words on the tee shirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;If you go visit the blog &lt;a href="http://byrdhauskinder.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you'll notice a decidedly German flavor, owing to Heather's German heritage. At home, she speaks English and German to the boys and they're likely to answer in either language. Sometimes they pretend not to understand, unless they're in trouble and are being scolded. Then, amazingly, they speak &amp;amp; understand fluent German. Nothing like a mommy voice to add clarity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Thanks for the blog, Heather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1095067824184055602-631410456480605377?l=treasurethepromise.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/feeds/631410456480605377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1095067824184055602&amp;postID=631410456480605377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/631410456480605377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1095067824184055602/posts/default/631410456480605377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://treasurethepromise.blogspot.com/2009/07/boys-will-be-boys.html' title='Boys Will Be Boys'/><author><name>Ken</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13034070436880663691</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/S61d0GryY9I/AAAAAAAABlE/BTRF6A8thtA/S220/ken+head+shot.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/Smd9YoZ4pSI/AAAAAAAABSE/xwaCFUPaExs/s72-c/zilker+zephyr+aj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1095067824184055602.post-4411870276460795088</id><published>2009-07-13T20:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T21:31:15.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...the indescribable joy of a best friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My hope is that everyone has a "best friend". My best friend (other than my spouse) is my buddy, Rev. Ken Savage. He and I crossed paths about 1982 or so at our church, now known as The Heights, but originally called Richardson Heights Baptist Church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SlvqKRy-j-I/AAAAAAAABRM/uPoxoEuRsvc/s1600-h/kensavage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358133643984146402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TF63ccmoIHA/SlvqKRy-j-I/AAAAAAAABRM/uPoxoEuRsvc/s320/kensavage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;He and his wife, I and my wife, watched each other's children grow up. We shared job struggles together, child raising together, and so many other things. Even though my rational brain can put a date on it, I usually can't remember a time when Ken wasn't part of my life. We share so many things: a love of God, love of family, love of music (blues &amp;amp; rock) and so much more. One of my favorite memories was the occasion of mine &amp;amp; Donna's 20th wedding anniversary when the four of us were hosted for a weekend cruise on Lake Texoma on a 57 foot yacht. My other favorite memory is from 2001, when I had surgery, he was kicked out of my hospital room by the nurses because they were afraid our laughter would tear my stitches. Later he brought me videos of old comedy shows to watch while I healed up. As the Bible says, laughter is good medicine. He and I have shared plenty of said medicine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;When I lost my mother in 1998, he was one of my first phone calls. When he lost his brother recently, my phone rang. When my son and his wife lost a baby in 2007, he was my first phone call. When either of us needs to vent over almost anything, our numbers are on each other's speed dial. I know that if I called him in the middle of the night and asked for help, he wouldn't ask what or why, he'd just hang up and start driving towards me. I'd do the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;There is a joy in feeling comfortable with a close friend, knowing that I can say anything at all to him, yell, vent, cry, whatever--and he'll keep that which is worth keeping, and like a kind wind, blow away and not remember that which should be forgotten. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Friends like that don't come along every day. Dr. Savage, my friend, I love you. Philippians 1:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ken &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;p.s. 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