<?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-7511379747947773023</id><updated>2011-08-20T07:42:10.464-04:00</updated><category term='toes'/><title type='text'>Adam, Emily, and Anna Grace</title><subtitle type='html'>&amp;quot;The Lord your God is among you, a warrior who saves.He will rejoice over you with gladness. He will bring you quietness with His love. He will delight in you with shouts of joy.&amp;quot; Zephaniah 3:16 &amp;amp; 17</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>127</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-8462410555580381803</id><published>2010-06-21T09:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T09:42:53.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fathers Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/TB9qXxXo4zI/AAAAAAAAA-o/dFLl6qCEAxg/s1600/IMG_0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485219827782574898 border=0 alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/TB9qXxXo4zI/AAAAAAAAA-o/dFLl6qCEAxg/s400/IMG_0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; What a great Father's Day weekend! Friday night, the three of us just hung out. Adam went to visit Papa Burgess and by the time he was home Anna Grace was asleep. But on Saturday she was full on ready to play with Daddy. She still felt a little sick from her shots and the fever she ran but overall she was better. Saturday evening, Aunt Sammie and Uncle Caleb came and kept Anna Grace so that Adam and I could go out on the town. :) We ended up at Fuddruckers and then went to see Toy Story 3 in 3D. I was a little disappointed in the 3D moments but overall a cute movie. Although it was both mine and Adam's least favorite of the three the storyline was nicely finished. Sunday morning, we celebrated Adam and what a great father he is. Adam and Anna Grace enjoyed playing with Adam's present-golf balls. They throw them back and forth to each other. Pepper enjoyed this game too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents came over and had dinner with us. Adam BBQ so some chicken and we had baked beans, cornbread salad, and chips. Then brownies and ice cream for dinner. Anna Grace loves vanilla ice cream. Lately I can't feed her enough of anything. She could eat her weight in Pineapple. Its amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave my Daddy a ipod suffle for Fathers Day. He isn't very technilogically savy so we went easy and small. He LOVED it. I thought he would like it and all but he was thrilled. It was quite funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for my Heavenly Father and earthly father. I love them very much. Its been so fun to watch Adam over the last year. Last year Anna Grace layed in his lap all day to watch the US open and this year she was all over the place. What a change. Adam has and continues to be an incredible Father!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-8462410555580381803?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4bfb54ac1c848e0b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8462410555580381803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=8462410555580381803' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8462410555580381803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8462410555580381803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Fathers Day'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/TB9qXxXo4zI/AAAAAAAAA-o/dFLl6qCEAxg/s72-c/IMG_0755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-7095873373468239871</id><published>2010-06-09T10:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T10:07:27.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy First Birthday Anna Grace</title><content type='html'>Saturday was Anna Grace's birthday party. We had such a wonderful time. It was definitely overwhelming for Anna Grace at times but over all I think she really enjoyed it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying a ride on her new buggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/TA-fgVlKeZI/AAAAAAAAA-g/PV9dNnxeGvU/s1600/IMG_0202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/TA-fgVlKeZI/AAAAAAAAA-g/PV9dNnxeGvU/s400/IMG_0202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480774649430833554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ate her birthday cake like she eats cheerio's. Very girly. She didn't stuff it in her face but she definitely knew it was food! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/TA-fM1jPpyI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ndtdrh7wCpQ/s1600/IMG_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/TA-fM1jPpyI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ndtdrh7wCpQ/s400/IMG_0123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480774314415335202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the outdoors before the rain started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/TA-e-_hEMgI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/ssyEhzUPl90/s1600/IMG_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/TA-e-_hEMgI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/ssyEhzUPl90/s400/IMG_0038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480774076572381698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a fun day and we are looking forward to celebrating tomorrow as well! If you follow me on Facebook there are a lot more pictures!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-7095873373468239871?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7095873373468239871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=7095873373468239871' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/7095873373468239871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/7095873373468239871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-first-birthday-anna-grace.html' title='Happy First Birthday Anna Grace'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/TA-fgVlKeZI/AAAAAAAAA-g/PV9dNnxeGvU/s72-c/IMG_0202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-4593273262106485640</id><published>2010-06-02T10:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T10:29:17.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Eights Challenge</title><content type='html'>Ashley challenged me and since I am procrastinating and not doing things for the birthday party right this minute I thought I would take this challenge! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 TV Shows I watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Grey's&lt;br /&gt;2. 19 Kids and Counting&lt;br /&gt;3. Young and the Restless&lt;br /&gt;4. Mythbusters (only with Adam)&lt;br /&gt;5. Kate Plus 8 (don't judge me)&lt;br /&gt;6. Seasame Street (only with AG)&lt;br /&gt;7. Tori and Dean &lt;br /&gt;8. Biggest Loser/ Jillian Michaels New show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Favorite Restaurants ( I can't eat most of these on a regualar basis but they are still my favorite. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bronco's Mexican&lt;br /&gt;2. Sonic&lt;br /&gt;3. Melting Pot&lt;br /&gt;4. Pizza Inn&lt;br /&gt;5. Joy of Toyoko&lt;br /&gt;6. Myabi (sushi)&lt;br /&gt;7. Zaxby's&lt;br /&gt;8. Olive Garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I look forward too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 5:00pm everyday- I love evenings at home with Adam&lt;br /&gt;2. Returning to teach dance in the fall&lt;br /&gt;3. More babies&lt;br /&gt;4. Watching my baby grow&lt;br /&gt;5. Watching my children come to know the Lord&lt;br /&gt;6. Going to the Lake&lt;br /&gt;7. Growing old with Adam&lt;br /&gt;8. My sister's wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I did yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Slept until 7:15-thanks Anna Grace&lt;br /&gt;2. Went to Walmart&lt;br /&gt;3. Found Dr. Thunder 4 for a $1.&lt;br /&gt;4. Did 3 loads of laundry&lt;br /&gt;5. Cleaned my drip pans in the stove&lt;br /&gt;6. Went to see Papa and Grandmama Burgess&lt;br /&gt;7. Listened to the birds that are in my ferns&lt;br /&gt;8. Ate a cheeseburger from Burger King-big mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I like about Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Christmas&lt;br /&gt;2. Christmas Trees&lt;br /&gt;3. Hot Chocalate&lt;br /&gt;4. Lumanaries at Christmas on Limestone&lt;br /&gt;5. Cuddling&lt;br /&gt;6. Anna Grace in footie PJ's.&lt;br /&gt;7. Snow&lt;br /&gt;8. Christmas Carols&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Things I am passionate about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Jesus&lt;br /&gt;2. Adam&lt;br /&gt;3. Anna Grace&lt;br /&gt;4. My family&lt;br /&gt;5. Dance&lt;br /&gt;6. Cleaning...:0&lt;br /&gt;7. Learning to live with a chronic disease&lt;br /&gt;8. Lymphatic malformations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 words/phrases I use often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. NO, Anna Grace&lt;br /&gt;2. Crap- this one has to STOP before someone learns that word.&lt;br /&gt;3. I love you&lt;br /&gt;4. What does the (blank) say? (to Anna Grace)&lt;br /&gt;5. Hey babe...&lt;br /&gt;6. Patty Cake Patty Cake (you know the song)&lt;br /&gt;7. Gotch ya.&lt;br /&gt;8. Leave it (to Pepper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I have learned from my Past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. God is in control&lt;br /&gt;2. He is good.&lt;br /&gt;3. He is all knowing.&lt;br /&gt;4. I can't control any thing&lt;br /&gt;5. Adam is overwhelmingly patient.&lt;br /&gt;6. I am not patient.&lt;br /&gt;7. I am capable of handling way more than I thought&lt;br /&gt;8. Needles aren't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I want to see/visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Holy Land&lt;br /&gt;2. Ireland&lt;br /&gt;3. West Coast&lt;br /&gt;4. Maine&lt;br /&gt;5. Africa&lt;br /&gt;6. Texas&lt;br /&gt;7. Spain&lt;br /&gt;8. Italy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 things I need/want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A weekley pedi&lt;br /&gt;2. A monthly massage&lt;br /&gt;3. Someone to take the wallpaper down in my kitchen and guest bathroom&lt;br /&gt;4. a Cure for Lymphatic malformations&lt;br /&gt;5. A cure for Chron's disease&lt;br /&gt;6. a good exercise routine&lt;br /&gt;7. New tap/ballet shoes&lt;br /&gt;8. more time with our families&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not tagging anyone. So feel free to do this if you want!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-4593273262106485640?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4593273262106485640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=4593273262106485640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/4593273262106485640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/4593273262106485640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2010/06/crazy-eights-challenge.html' title='Crazy Eights Challenge'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-8917364216131350355</id><published>2010-06-01T09:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T10:09:57.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My apologies</title><content type='html'>First off, we are sorry we haven't updated with the end of AG's journey to Cinci. We just aren't ready to go into full detail and honestly are still processing alot of it. Its not that its terrible news but parts of her diagnosis are very hard to explain and we just don't know how deep we want to go yet. Mainly because you might already be confused by her general diagnosis and this will confuse you more. It did us. Lets leave it at this for now, Anna Grace's Lymphatic condition is so rare it falls under a specific condition only found in about 50 people worldwide. I have always told her she was special. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to blogging we go. Hopefully soon we will have an easy way to explain more with AG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Memorial Day weekend-we had a blast. Adam and I left Anna Grace with my parents for Friday night. Since our six year anniversary was on May 22nd, we decided to go to Gatlinburg for the night. It was so relaxing and just a wonderful time for us to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we ate a nice lunch and then had our couples massage. Adam was pretty nervous about this expereience. But my assumption was correct. He loved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were living it up in Gatlinburg. Anna Grace was at Lake Lure with my family. She enjoyed her first boat ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/TAURi_YhuuI/AAAAAAAAA94/gUKrETwJ3hs/s1600/IMG_0659.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/TAURi_YhuuI/AAAAAAAAA94/gUKrETwJ3hs/s400/IMG_0659.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477803814593608418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Caleb was a great and held her incredible tight. :) She looked so cute in this picture. In fact when my Mom texted it to us at dinner Friday night, I cried. Right in the middle of the restaurant. You would have thought I had never left her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our massages, we drove back to Lake Lu (as we call it) and finished off our weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we all went out on the boat to tube. Unfortunately that was cut short. We were pulled over for not having a permit. Since Lake Lure is private the new boat to come off the water until we could get a permit. I guess this was Anna Grace's first experience in being pulled over. By the way, its interesting being pulled over in a boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are few more pictures of our trip!&lt;br /&gt;Caroline showing off her skills Sunday night. We love that big old bed. Caroline, Sally Ann, and I had been curled up there for awhile. You can see a few of us were kicked out but C found her way back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/TAUSgLRDiKI/AAAAAAAAA-I/ut1r1Ty-EL0/s1600/IMG_0671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/TAUSgLRDiKI/AAAAAAAAA-I/ut1r1Ty-EL0/s400/IMG_0671.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477804865755515042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The River bridge in downtown Chimney Rock-Sandra, Justin (liz's fiance) Sally Ann, AG, and Pop Pop's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/TAUSWWLfqgI/AAAAAAAAA-A/UAQXfbjCWes/s1600/IMG_0669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/TAUSWWLfqgI/AAAAAAAAA-A/UAQXfbjCWes/s400/IMG_0669.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477804696886290946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downtown Chimney Rock really doesn't have much to do yet every trip we find ourselves back downtown. However it is worth it to go get a sack of candy from the Mass Genereal Store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big week ahead-Anna Grace's birthday party is Saturday. Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-8917364216131350355?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8917364216131350355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=8917364216131350355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8917364216131350355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8917364216131350355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-apologies.html' title='My apologies'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/TAURi_YhuuI/AAAAAAAAA94/gUKrETwJ3hs/s72-c/IMG_0659.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-5518890302273293791</id><published>2010-04-22T07:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T07:39:30.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday in Cincy</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was long. We had a set of X-Rays of AG's spine, an MRI of her lower spinal region to specifically look at the lymphatic issues in that region, met with an orthopaedic surgeon, and met with the lymphatic malformation team. All of that to add to the information set the neurosurgeon wants in order to make am informed decision on the proper course of action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have one more specialist to see who isn't available until Friday afternoon. That is very frustrating, but since we can't do anything about it...why worry! After meeting with him, I am going to push for another consult with the neurosurgeon to interpret all of the tests and consults and decide on a course of action. The bottom line is that if we are going to proceed with the surgery, we will stay here as long as necessary. If surgery is not the best option right now, I am ready to get back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have interpreted by the first two paragraphs, but we are nothing more than tourists today. No appointments at the hospital. Today is Emily's mom's birthday, so we are going to take her for a nice lunch. Also on the agenda is a trip to the aquarium and dinner with Den and Barb (Upward Sports contacts in Cincinnati). I hope that a relaxing day today will help us all manage the next push of appointments and decisions. I for one am on edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, I called the Holiday Inn Express to cancel a reservation we had made for the others ones coming up to be with us during AG's surgery. I ended up in a confrontation with the manager on duty that I am still sorting out. Yesterday, the visit with the orto surgeon did not go well. He was an arrogant jerk and left the room before I could tell him that. I told his nurse, filled out a formal survey on his lack of professionalism, told our neurosurgeon's nurse that he would not be assisting in AG's surgery, and generally let anyone who asked know how disappointed I am with him. (Then I had a dream last night that I had a mulligan and told him off in the exam room!) Finally, right after that experience, I went to order a cheeseburger in the hospital cafeteria's grill and I got snippy with the poor lady taking my order. It is DEFINITELY time for a little break to unwind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-5518890302273293791?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5518890302273293791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=5518890302273293791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/5518890302273293791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/5518890302273293791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2010/04/thursday-in-cincy.html' title='Thursday in Cincy'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-8100966951836815410</id><published>2010-04-20T21:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T21:41:36.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S85XvX8syFI/AAAAAAAAA9w/ovgTBy-FK9M/s1600/IMG_0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S85XvX8syFI/AAAAAAAAA9w/ovgTBy-FK9M/s400/IMG_0225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462399869441067090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not as much to share today…which in my humble opinion is a very good thing!  We only had one appointment today and that was with the anesthesiologist (just in case we proceed with surgery).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom flew in today, so we picked her up at the Cincinnati airport and then we all went to the zoo.  While there, I spent a lot of time on the phone with doctors and nurses plotting and planning tomorrow’s itinerary.  So here is tomorrow…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:30am - X-Rays&lt;br /&gt;11:00am - MRI&lt;br /&gt;1:30pm - Consult with Orthopedic Surgeon&lt;br /&gt;Late afternoon - ????&lt;br /&gt;Evening – Dinner with Den and Barb (Local contacts we made through Upward Sports) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After those scheduled appointments, we hope to also meet with the Plastic Surgeon who has been out of the office with food poisoning all week.  Finally, we are trying to get an appointment to see the lymphatic malformation team that we have seen here a few times in the past 6 months.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once all of the above consultations and tests have been completed, we will meet with Dr. C (neurosurgeon) to make a final decision on this visit…surgery or no surgery.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have said this 1000's of times, but thank you so much for the continued prayer and support!  Today was a very relaxing and peaceful day.  Tomorrow will be a grind.  Please pray for Anna Grace as she will be sedated for the MRI.  She has always done well, but it is hard not eating for half the day and feeling groggy after sedation.  Continue to pray that we make the right and best decisions for her care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with a great picture that capped off the day.  Thanks, Doug, for tipping me off to Buca Di Beppo!  Good night for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-8100966951836815410?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8100966951836815410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=8100966951836815410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8100966951836815410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8100966951836815410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2010/04/not-as-much-to-share-todaywhich-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S85XvX8syFI/AAAAAAAAA9w/ovgTBy-FK9M/s72-c/IMG_0225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-2457323769454574112</id><published>2010-04-19T21:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:20:48.604-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update from Cincy</title><content type='html'>Well, today didn’t exactly go as planned…but that isn’t necessarily a bad thing.  As most of you know, we are in Cincinnati for our daughter, Anna Grace.  The plan was to consult with the pediatric neurosurgeon today and he was going to perform a surgery on her to remove a lipoma (fatty growth) from her spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met with Dr. C (the neurosurgeon) and his team at 1pm this afternoon.  He performed a fairly general physical exam when he got into the room by checking the sensation on the bottoms of her feet, examining her back and spine, and getting some basic information on her overall health.  Then he took us into a room with a huge flat screen TV to go over the MRI films.  I will try not to get too medical in my descriptions, but bear with me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typically, if someone has a lymphatic malformation (external swelling/fatty tissue) on the outer portion of the body and a lipoma internally, there will be some point where the two are connected.  It is so rare that the two don’t connect that Dr. C didn’t fully trust the films when he saw that AG’s didn’t connect at any point.  It wasn’t until the physical exam that he was sure this was the case.  You may have heard Emily or I talk about the spinal cord being tethered to this area…well the point of connection for the lymphangioma and the lipoma would have been the point of concern for tethering.  Since hers don’t connect, that is not a concern.  As it turns out, the tethering in her case is internal.  This has its own set of concerns, but it is not really vital to do anything about that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all of this in mind, Dr. C is not sure if we should proceed with the surgery right now.  His major concerns are cutting through the lymphangioma to get to the spine in order to remove the lipoma could cause more trauma and issues with the healing process than the good that would come out of removing the lipoma.  The lymphangioma at the point of entry for surgery is just over 1 inch thick.  The possibilities for complications during the healing of this area are vast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With “Plan A” on the ropes, the newly formed “Plan B” is taking shape.  We will meet with the Anesthesiologist tomorrow (Tuesday) at 9am just in case surgery still takes place later this week.  Then, sometime between Tuesday afternoon and Wednesday, we will meet with a plastic surgeon that will assist Dr. C with the concern of lymphatic healing.  Also, there is a good chance that AG will have another MRI to focus on some specific areas that the last MRI didn’t fully cover (that MRI was specifically focused on the spine and not the areas currently being discussed).  While we are here, we are also going to try to touch base with the lymphatic malformation team that we have seen up here before.  All in all, there are a lot of decisions yet to be made and a number of tests and opinions to be sought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for us to make wise decisions and for our team of specialists and surgeons to continue to keep AG’s best interest in mind.  Also, pray for us to have the resilience to stay the course. Finally, pray for rest. Traveling is hard on AG and Emily.  God IS in control and he knows way more than us what the diagnoses and outcomes are!  As information continues to become available, we will update the blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-2457323769454574112?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2457323769454574112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=2457323769454574112' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/2457323769454574112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/2457323769454574112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2010/04/update-from-cincy.html' title='Update from Cincy'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-890013825262914030</id><published>2010-04-12T09:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T10:00:02.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Go White</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S8MkP4ABcNI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/M11PwWnnXfQ/s1600/IMG_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459247028452290770 border=0 alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S8MkP4ABcNI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/M11PwWnnXfQ/s400/IMG_0424.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Saturday was the annual Orange and White game at Clemson. Of course Anna Grace couldn't pass up a chance to cheer for Uncle Caleb. (Who by the way, had a great game) Anna Grace loved everything. She waved at the players as the ran on the field and especially loved the snowcone she got to try out. Hollywood &lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S8Ml0hD1rDI/AAAAAAAAA9g/xDch824pqFs/s1600/IMG_0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459248757461068850 border=0 alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S8Ml0hD1rDI/AAAAAAAAA9g/xDch824pqFs/s400/IMG_0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Not too sure about Uncle C in those big pads. &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S8MmNVkLaeI/AAAAAAAAA9o/obekz05sckI/s1600/IMG_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459249183872215522 border=0 alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S8MmNVkLaeI/AAAAAAAAA9o/obekz05sckI/s400/IMG_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-890013825262914030?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7fd69aa49197ebe3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/890013825262914030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=890013825262914030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/890013825262914030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/890013825262914030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2010/04/go-white.html' title='Go White'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S8MkP4ABcNI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/M11PwWnnXfQ/s72-c/IMG_0424.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-1252088987082148978</id><published>2010-04-09T15:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T15:19:29.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So what do you think of the new look? A dear family member, Jessi, designed our new look and set up a button that you can put on your blog to direct people here. The main goal is to generate lots of prayers for Anna Grace as we continue on this journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets face it the next couple of weeks will be diffcult and we will really appreciate all prayers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Stop by Jessi's blog- so inspirational and hilarious. &lt;a href="http://www.naptimediaries.com/"&gt;www.naptimediaries.com&lt;/a&gt; You won't be disappointed. &lt;/p&gt;On a different note. I am so close to having a mobile baby. Whew. My blood pressure shot up just typing that. Last night was the first time she officially got up on all fours and rocked back and forth with the biggest grin. She is fearless. I love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-1252088987082148978?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1252088987082148978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=1252088987082148978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1252088987082148978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1252088987082148978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-do-you-think.html' title='What do you think?'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-8253136085910215924</id><published>2010-04-05T10:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:16:01.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ressurection Weekend</title><content type='html'>We had a blast over the weekend. Adam was home from work on Friday and we spent the day planning our garden. Adam had spent a few nights last week tilling and preparing the land for the big day. After much advice on when to plant and when not to we have decided to wait a week. Apparently the ground is too wet from winter! During all this major decision making we went to a really neat nursery that had all the plants we needed plus baby chicks. I really wanted to buy a chicken. How South Carolina redneck is that? I can see me now with 500 chickens roaming around my yard. Don't think it would go over very well with our HOA. At least Anna Grace and I got to watch them play and see a few bunnies. Sweet little things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such great pictures from Saturday but don't have them loaded on my computer yet. Saturday morning was spent at Adam's mom's. Where the Easter bunny stopped off with a few treats. (Side note-Anna Grace ended up with 6 Easter baskets!) We had a great time at the egg hunt and just being with family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Grace has really started playing with her cousins. For now they see her as being in the way since she is not walking. I have a feeling in a few months they might be in the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday evening my Mom's family got together. There is never a dull moment when that group is together. Anna Grace touched her first fish and held her first worm. Mom has great pictures of those moments. She proceeded to stick her hands in her mouth before we could clean them off. Daddy and Pop said a little fish goo was good for her...yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then beautiful Sunday morning was wonerful. We spent a wonderful morning praising our Lord and fellowshippig with our church family and then spent the afternoon wth more family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a LONG weekend and by last night we had a really tired little girl but it was worth it to see everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks from today we will be in Cincinnati for the big day. Please continue to keep us in your prayers as we prepare for that week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-8253136085910215924?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8253136085910215924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=8253136085910215924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8253136085910215924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8253136085910215924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2010/04/ressurection-weekend.html' title='Ressurection Weekend'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-8343805438817516074</id><published>2010-03-30T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T09:58:18.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S7IDXNG75iI/AAAAAAAAA9A/n0_hWwLpLAE/s1600/DSC07907.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S7IDXNG75iI/AAAAAAAAA9A/n0_hWwLpLAE/s400/DSC07907.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454425795889718818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been full of preparation. Preparing for Easter and the joyous celebration that day involves. Preparing my house for a mobile daughter. Preparing my heart for Anna Grace's surgery. Preparing our life for traveling over 8 hours away to have the surgery. It has been an incredible ride and I wanted to share a few of the blessings we have already seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparation: We had been praying for the Lord to give us two weeks notice before having to travel to Cincinnati Childrens Hospital. Well when CCH called last week we were given 4 weeks notice. Incredible. He knows more than we do. The surgery will be on April 21st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotion: I have times of peace and deep dread for this surgery. I know exactly where each is from. The Lord gives me such peace. Not an answer just peace. I couldn't ask for more. Sometimes answers confuse the problem and cause chaos. Right now I am happy with the peace. The dread is from the enemy. Of course I am going to be anxious but The Word tells me know to worry about tomorrow. I am clinging to that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy: Anna Grace is the most joyous child. She laughs and plays all day. I am not saying she doesn't challenge me but I am grateful for her laughter and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love: We have seen an outpouring of love. Our church loving on us. Family members having yardsales to help with the cost of traveling and offering points to lower the cost of hotel rooms. We are amazed by it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Easater comes closer, I am focusing on celebrating Easter from Anna Grace's viewpoint. What child like faith she has. May I have that faith in my Father as he continues carry us on this journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you focusing on this week as you prepare your heart for Easter and the Lord's ressurection?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-8343805438817516074?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8343805438817516074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=8343805438817516074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8343805438817516074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8343805438817516074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2010/03/preparation.html' title='Preparation'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S7IDXNG75iI/AAAAAAAAA9A/n0_hWwLpLAE/s72-c/DSC07907.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-2627109958481658082</id><published>2010-03-11T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:35:16.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>are you kidding me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S5j9FEeCZsI/AAAAAAAAA8w/p2fYTpAcE90/s1600-h/DSC06640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S5j9FEeCZsI/AAAAAAAAA8w/p2fYTpAcE90/s400/DSC06640.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447382012845516482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is this little girl? Has any one seen her? Oh right, she is now this big girl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S5j9dNCSydI/AAAAAAAAA84/uPF2kKnnXV0/s1600-h/DSC08189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S5j9dNCSydI/AAAAAAAAA84/uPF2kKnnXV0/s400/DSC08189.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447382427461929426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe I have a 9 month old. Where has the time gone? I have a long 9 month old might I add. 29 inches of incredible goodness. Seriously you should all be envious of this cuteness. I cannot believe she is ours. What could Adam and I have done to deserve her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't bore you with all of the little things she is doing but instead crack you up with the new situation we are dealing with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Grace used to love her changing table. Not kidding. I could put her up there and she would lay so still and look around and smile and coo. About two weeks ago she began trying to roll over while on the table. Not a good idea. After a few days of this combined with her fussing over having to be still we devulged a plan. When she begins this behaviour who ever was changing her diaper would put one hand firmly on her legs with the other across her chest and tell her no. Sternly. Had to work, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday we came home from MOPS and it was time to change the diaper and go down for a nap. Anna Grace began the inappropriate behavior and I began the discipline. Next, was the moment I wish I would have had a camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one hand on the legs and one hand on her chest firmly and told her no. Just plain and simple- NO. She proceeded to LAUGH in my face. She thought Mama was being funny. I kept a straight face as hard as that was and repeated my no. Again she laughed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the laughter I had. I couldn't help myself. She was just too dang cute. Needless to say she did bless me with a great nap that day. But we still are working on the changing table behavior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-2627109958481658082?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2627109958481658082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=2627109958481658082' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/2627109958481658082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/2627109958481658082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2010/03/are-you-kidding-me.html' title='are you kidding me?'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S5j9FEeCZsI/AAAAAAAAA8w/p2fYTpAcE90/s72-c/DSC06640.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-1940592476125050881</id><published>2010-02-09T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T14:59:48.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our new addition</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, Anna Grace and I went to Kohl's. We shopped around and as we were getting ready to leave AG became very fussy. Typical. She wanted out of the stroller. Well as we waited in line to pay for our purchases I showed her a Dr. Suess "creature." AG had not gotten to the stage where she has to have toys she sees. She is easily distracted or so I thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say we came home with this guy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S3G-Bz46xfI/AAAAAAAAA8o/BNqsNYubvBg/s1600-h/c18982%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S3G-Bz46xfI/AAAAAAAAA8o/BNqsNYubvBg/s400/c18982%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436335163530986994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and I affectionately refer to him as Scary Orange Man. We only bought the creature not the book. I need to buy her the book so at least we can learn more about SOM. (Scary Orange Man). AG loves SOM. We keep him in the car to pull out in emergencies. When we do she squeals with delight over him! Wonder how long I can keep this Ace in my pocket?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-1940592476125050881?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1940592476125050881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=1940592476125050881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1940592476125050881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1940592476125050881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2010/02/our-new-addition.html' title='Our new addition'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S3G-Bz46xfI/AAAAAAAAA8o/BNqsNYubvBg/s72-c/c18982%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-1698409899914809432</id><published>2010-02-08T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T09:38:02.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playdates, naps, and the tooth</title><content type='html'>Anna Grace had two playdates last week! Whew did we have fun. Wednesday we went to see Megan Bates and her two boys, Caleb and Nathan. Originally Caleb was AG's boyfriend. He loved her! But his little brother is giving him a run for his money. Nathan just grunted and watched Anna Grace everytime he was awake. I forgot my camera so sorry I didn't get pictures of the blessed event. But I did manage to get a shot of Anna Grace and Sara Kay on Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S3AfWWhVQAI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/PBNB0dh09GI/s1600-h/DSC08273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S3AfWWhVQAI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/PBNB0dh09GI/s400/DSC08273.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435879219099156482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sara Kay's mom, Ashley and I were pregnant together and due a day apart. Our moms were also pregnant with us at the same time. I really hope they grow up to be great friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Grace also got a little play time with her cousins Caroline and Anthony on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S3AgDXjlqhI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/7Bp_f-pmD9Q/s1600-h/DSC08294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S3AgDXjlqhI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/7Bp_f-pmD9Q/s400/DSC08294.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435879992471169554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are a month apart and shared Cheerios nicely. Its always great to get the cousins together. The four girls are going to be nice and fun when they are older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Grace is a paci girl. She has one in her mouth at naps and one in her hand and she holds her lovey. Its precious to put her to bed with the pink one in her mouth and then check on her only to find that she has switched that paci to her blue one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S3AghomiKaI/AAAAAAAAA8g/vFi0j8cAUoU/s1600-h/DSC08288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S3AghomiKaI/AAAAAAAAA8g/vFi0j8cAUoU/s400/DSC08288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435880512443001250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we still don't have a tooth. I could care less except for the fact that she is so out of sorts. Her little gums hurt her so badly. I tell her tooth all the time to hurry up! Adam and I are worried that more than one is going to pop through quickly. Which I guess won't be  terrible thing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-1698409899914809432?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1698409899914809432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=1698409899914809432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1698409899914809432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1698409899914809432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2010/02/playdates-naps-and-tooth.html' title='Playdates, naps, and the tooth'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S3AfWWhVQAI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/PBNB0dh09GI/s72-c/DSC08273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-3807499491921357942</id><published>2010-02-01T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T09:46:41.651-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Wrap up</title><content type='html'>This was a LLLLLOOOOONNNNNGGGGG weekend. I should know that the best layed plans never work out. The plan was for Anna Grace and myself to watch Sally Ann dance on Friday. AG should be fine to go one day and fine she was! She loved the competition and was incredible while we were there. Well then the snow hit. Adam's class was cancelled so he ended up taking me to the Mariott in Spartanburg so that I could definitely be at the competition on Saturday. Originally, I was going to stay home and go to Spartanburg on Saturday morning. Then he would take Anna Grace to stay with Grandma Nena for the day while he went to class. Yep, that didn't work. It ended up being Daddy/daughter weekend and they had a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night, Mom, Caleb, Sally Ann, and I made the trek back to my house. It was interesting but thankfully we made it home safe and sound. We ended the night by watching Miss America. (I would show you My Miss America but I can't upload photos right now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a onsie from Miss America that Miss America 2009 Katie Stamm signed. I put it on her Friday and people were stopping us left and right about it. That little girl knows a cute outfit when she sees one too! I will add that Adam and I will NOT encourage her to do a pageant. I never did one although my sister and cousin have. I must admit that I tell her all the time what a great dancer she will be....I really hope she wants to dance! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was spent enjoying a lazy day at home. It was wonderful to be curled up with the family and just relaxing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-3807499491921357942?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3807499491921357942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=3807499491921357942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/3807499491921357942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/3807499491921357942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2010/02/weekend-wrap-up.html' title='Weekend Wrap up'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-2942456290109743469</id><published>2010-01-20T13:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T13:46:20.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Days</title><content type='html'>This week has been so great because the weather has been so Spring like! Anna Grace and I got out today and went shopping. I needed to get a shower gift and well she just loves to shop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stopped off at Children's Boutique in Boiling Springs called Tickled Pink. Loved their stuff but showed great restraint and just browsed. We also were going to stop off at wholesale shop but they were closed for inventory. Apparently this shop has great deals. I will keep you posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we had to go to Target. I took advantage of this and had lunch in the Cafe'. Anna Grace was getting tired so she had her bottle and watched me shop. While we were shopping she was still a little fussy so I gave her a sippy cup to play with and poor thing cut her finger while she was holding it! I felt so bad for her because those little cuts hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part came last when stopped off to see Daddy at Upward Sports! All the ladies were so excited to see Anna Grace and of course she was delightful as always. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S1dPWKsho_I/AAAAAAAAA8I/PxtVbqy4TtM/s1600-h/DSC08066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S1dPWKsho_I/AAAAAAAAA8I/PxtVbqy4TtM/s400/DSC08066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428895118065247218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hope your Hump Day was as great as ours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-2942456290109743469?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2942456290109743469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=2942456290109743469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/2942456290109743469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/2942456290109743469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunny-days.html' title='Sunny Days'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S1dPWKsho_I/AAAAAAAAA8I/PxtVbqy4TtM/s72-c/DSC08066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-6585020804164826506</id><published>2010-01-18T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T17:02:14.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frenzy, food, and firsts</title><content type='html'>Whew! This weekend went by so fast. Anna Grace and I left Friday morning with Pepper and drove to Gaffney to drop Pepper off and pick up my Mom. (possibly now known as Pabby.) Pabby, Anna Grace, and myself set off to Lake Lure to celebrate Susie the Great (my grandmother) and Lolly's (my aunt) birthdays! We had such a fun time being with family. Uncle Caleb and Aunt Sammie arrived shortly after us and we all had a blast playing games and eating! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S1TZZZMvOAI/AAAAAAAAA74/cmreKbCvkuE/s1600-h/DSC08164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S1TZZZMvOAI/AAAAAAAAA74/cmreKbCvkuE/s400/DSC08164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428202481172559874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is dark but you can see Anna Grace enjoying her first of many frenzies! Our family loves to dance and we do it often. She bounced and smiled and loved it all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S1TZwTLNc1I/AAAAAAAAA8A/vyn57D_nNwQ/s1600-h/DSC08161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S1TZwTLNc1I/AAAAAAAAA8A/vyn57D_nNwQ/s400/DSC08161.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428202874692531026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Grace also spent sometime with her cousin Ford. She giggled and reached for him over and over. Daddy arrived Saturday night and Anna Grace was very excited to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other news, poor Anna Grace is teething so badly. She needs relief and hoping this tooth gets in soon. It will be the first one! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Anna Grace has decided she likes Puffs. She especially likes chasing them on her high chair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-6585020804164826506?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6585020804164826506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=6585020804164826506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/6585020804164826506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/6585020804164826506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2010/01/frenzy-food-and-firsts.html' title='Frenzy, food, and firsts'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S1TZZZMvOAI/AAAAAAAAA74/cmreKbCvkuE/s72-c/DSC08164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-22552315287764477</id><published>2010-01-15T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T08:58:23.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Didn't think it would happen</title><content type='html'>Guess where Adam found Anna Grace last night before he went to bed? On her TUMMY!! What?!? I know I was dumb-founded too. I couldn't believe it. She has never liked her tummy and I figured she would just be a back sleeper. Which was fine with me. Well there she was right on her tummy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He flipped her over and she stayed asleep but this morning where was she again? On her tummy! Guess my little girl is really growing up. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-22552315287764477?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/22552315287764477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=22552315287764477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/22552315287764477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/22552315287764477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2010/01/didnt-think-it-would-happen.html' title='Didn&apos;t think it would happen'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-7600642396373850681</id><published>2010-01-14T13:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:05:09.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Date</title><content type='html'>Growing up I had dear friend named Ashley. We don't remember playing together very young but when we grew up were great friends in high school. Last year we realized we were pregnant at the same time and due a day apart. Well Anna Grace was born on June 10 and Sara Kay was born the next week on June 19. They are sooooo cute together and we enjoyed a play date at our house this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S09o9mkUnVI/AAAAAAAAA7g/1KNn2cyl62w/s1600-h/DSC08120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S09o9mkUnVI/AAAAAAAAA7g/1KNn2cyl62w/s400/DSC08120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426671483538939218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley and I both had Fisher Price car growing up. Ash affectionatley named hers Car-Car. We have video of footage of a knock down drag out between the two of us at her birthday party over the Car-Car. :) Good times. Well today Anna Grace and Sara Kay got into their own argument over their cell phones. Hmmmm....Guess I will be working on sharing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S09pz40aouI/AAAAAAAAA7o/pQQGd1XW-HE/s1600-h/DSC08109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S09pz40aouI/AAAAAAAAA7o/pQQGd1XW-HE/s400/DSC08109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426672416151216866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Grace and I are up for a busy weekend celebrating Susie the Great's birthday along with Aunt Lolly's birthday.Daddy will be joining us at Lake Lure after class. Daddy is even taking us out for Mexican tonight and the new Grey's Anatomyis coming on...whew what a fun day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S09qZvjylpI/AAAAAAAAA7w/lVsZmusk3Nc/s1600-h/DSC08097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S09qZvjylpI/AAAAAAAAA7w/lVsZmusk3Nc/s400/DSC08097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426673066500593298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-7600642396373850681?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7600642396373850681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=7600642396373850681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/7600642396373850681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/7600642396373850681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2010/01/play-date.html' title='Play Date'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S09o9mkUnVI/AAAAAAAAA7g/1KNn2cyl62w/s72-c/DSC08120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-480503801986005786</id><published>2010-01-12T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T16:29:34.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where we are</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S0zpW24ztjI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/0x_7Hphvomc/s1600-h/DSC07963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S0zpW24ztjI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/0x_7Hphvomc/s400/DSC07963.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425968229974783538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I do not know how to start this blog. So, I will just go with it and see what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was wonderful. Anna Grace loved everything about it. Just like her parents. She received so many incredible gifts and Adam and I realized more and more how loved she is by our families and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On December 29th, we had a follow up MRI of her spine to get a baseline scan to see where we stand. The scan was mostly easy for Anna Grace and myself. Adam went to work for this scan since it was done in Greenville and my mom and mom-in-law went with me. A few days after the scan was when the whirlwind hit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pediatrician, Dr. P. called and let me in on the news. There were some uncertainties on the scan and he was referring us to a neuro-surgeon. Dr. T was able to see us last week and give us the breakdown for Anna Grace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, she has a Lipoma at the base of her spine that is grown up her back. Because of the location the Lipoma is tangled in her spinal cord. Which will make surgery hard but the removal has to happen. Our prayer is that when Dr. T does surgery in a few months that the nerves will not be involved and he can remove the lipoma and Anna Grace can make a full recovery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please be in prayer for a complete healing.&lt;br /&gt;Peace for Adam and I as we make decisions regarding the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;For the team of Doctors who will be working on this case. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be continuing to update on Anna Grace and use this blog as a means of communication in the future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your prayers. We serve a mighty God and a healing God and we want Glory to be brought to Him in every situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-480503801986005786?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/480503801986005786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=480503801986005786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/480503801986005786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/480503801986005786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2010/01/where-we-are.html' title='Where we are'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/S0zpW24ztjI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/0x_7Hphvomc/s72-c/DSC07963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-8550284363917020839</id><published>2009-12-21T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T08:56:27.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sy96e4L3A4I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/T3--AYFyKKY/s1600-h/DSC07851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sy96e4L3A4I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/T3--AYFyKKY/s400/DSC07851.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417683547646788482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6 months you can say goo goo (good). You do this at most meals. My girl likes food! You have just started calling Da da. Daddy can't wait to know that you know what you are saying. You defintely will be a talker. Smiling at everyone you see as if you can't wait to get to know them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You weigh 15 pounds and are 27 inches long! You are going to be tall and tiny. According to Dr. Phillips. You did great during your shots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just started sleeping through the night. You go to bed between 8:30 and 9pm and sleep until around 6:45. Sometimes you wake earlier and sometimes you sleep longer. Now you are waking up happy and you play in your crib for a few minutes before you make it clear you are read to wake up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still don't roll over much but you love to sit up (supported) and reach for everthing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to play with your sippy cup but don't care to drink from it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favorite toys are: teapot, lovey, sprout, and sophie. Your paci will always be your pal. You bang it on the crib rails in the morning as you play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have had your first plane ride. A Beechcraft Baron. You loved the flight and never cried. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have become such an easy baby. You take one morning nap for an hour to an hour and half. Then a long 2 hour to 2 and half hour nap in the afternoon. You still take and evening cat nap most nights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-8550284363917020839?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8550284363917020839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=8550284363917020839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8550284363917020839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8550284363917020839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/12/6-months.html' title='6 months'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sy96e4L3A4I/AAAAAAAAA7Q/T3--AYFyKKY/s72-c/DSC07851.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-1703133840753021471</id><published>2009-11-09T09:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T09:28:21.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Months</title><content type='html'>My Sweet Anna Grace, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been one wild ride for you and me! You are changing everyday. Mommy was really sick this weekend and you stayed with Grammie. I think you grew two inches and graduated in 48 hours. I was amazed at how you had changed. I don't think your Daddy and I will be able to leave you for more than 2 days ever again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have just about doubled your birth weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still don't love to roll over or do tummy time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately you go to sleep around 9pm and you are up at 3:30. I will repay you for this in high school. When you want to sleep until 11am I will happily wake you at 8am. Although last night you slept until 4:30 and didn't want to eat you just wanted your friend paci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talk all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You LOVE your daddy. If he gets you in the morning you smile and if I walk in the room to get you first you scream because well....apparently I mean food and he means fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere we go people stop me and tell me how beautiful you are and you always smile at them like you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have started making noise when you yawn. Like you are super bored and we should be dancing around entertaining. I have tried to get this on film but you enjoy making a liar out of us when we say you can/can't do something yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put everything in your mouth and have great hand/eye cordination. Last night you put Grandma Nena's glass cup to your mouth and squealed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have tried rice cereal and oatmeal and like oatmeal the best. Eventhough I think you would rather a Sonic Cheeseburger and a DR Pepper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid to blink. I feel like you are going to be staring at me as a teenager in any moment. Your Daddy and I are crazy about you. Right now you are swinging in your swinging staring at the mobile. You reach and grin at the little bears. You are a joy! Such a great delight for us. We love you sweet Anna Grace, may you continue to grow in favor with God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Anna Grace letting you know how she feels about rice cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SvgmrzxmNnI/AAAAAAAAA7I/1hEKtHMVSvU/s1600-h/DSC07619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SvgmrzxmNnI/AAAAAAAAA7I/1hEKtHMVSvU/s400/DSC07619.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402110287105373810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-1703133840753021471?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1703133840753021471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=1703133840753021471' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1703133840753021471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1703133840753021471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/11/5-months.html' title='5 Months'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SvgmrzxmNnI/AAAAAAAAA7I/1hEKtHMVSvU/s72-c/DSC07619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-2570848485943718435</id><published>2009-10-24T09:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T10:17:46.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Capillary Venous Lymphatic Malformation and us</title><content type='html'>First of all, if you prayed for us THANK YOU! We felt those prayers. I am not going to go into details before the trip because most of you know that Anna Grace was diagnosed with Lymphangioma at 20 weeks. This was a very scary day. At birth we were expecting a NICU stay but our strong little girl would have nothing of it. She was doing great and we came home two days after birth like normal. She has thrived. Nothing has stopped her at this point. Our next step was to go to Cincinnati Ohio for a MRI and meeting with her medical team (and by team I mean TEAM!) They are incredible. So here is the outline of our trip, her diagnosis, and our feelings about it. Feel free to ask questions and I will answer them to the best of our ability. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, October 18, we headed for Cincinnati or Cincy as we came to know it. She did so good on the trip up and I was a proud Mama. Sunday was spent figuring out how to get to the hospital and checking into our hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday- Anna Grace was fed at 1:30 am for the last time until after the MRI. I expected a major meltdown in the morning but she was terrific. In fact I couldn't get over how well she handled it. Once at the hospital, Adam and I took her back for a check in. She actually fell asleep ( I am telling you the prayers were working!) We were given details for the MRI and then we had to LEAVE our baby awake. It was so hard to walk off knowing she was about to stare at strangers and be scared to death. The MRI lasted two and half hours. Bless her, when she was done she couldn't keep her temp high enough to go home so she got to hang out in a heated blanket thiing. When she saw Adam and I you could see it on her face. It was priceless. She did well all day, pretty groggy but we were able to go to dinner at Dewey's pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday- At noonish we met with her team. An incredible group of doctors who are in love with my child. Anna Grace was diagnosed with Capillary Venous Lymphatic Malformation. I will break it down for you. Anna Grace has a large wine colored spot on her left side. It takes up her whole side. This is the Capillary side. She also has some blueish markings that are her Veins, hence the Venous. Lastly, the Lymphatic. Her Lymphatic system did not develop completely. On her left side its between her skin and muscluar wall. She also has some fluid internally thru her lower tummy and on her little bottom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What this means for Anna Grace: For now, she is doing very well. As if, she had no issues. So for now we will monitor her. She will deal with this for most of her life. We will be going to Cincy twice a year for her to visit with her Doctors and will begin Physical Therapy while she grows to make sure she can handle the extra weight on one side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many have asked about another child for Adam and me. I did have a tough pregnancy and this has been the hardest thing we have ever dealth with but I can assure you if God has another child planned for us we would be delighted! The chances of another child having this problem is the same chance Anna Grace had, very slim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Developmental, Anna Grace is right on track. She doesn't have much desire to roll over but can do it. Other than that she is doing great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to ask any questions that I have not answered and we will continue to keep you updated with her progress. Again, thank you for praying! Check back soon for an update on eating cereal and bouncing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-2570848485943718435?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2570848485943718435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=2570848485943718435' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/2570848485943718435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/2570848485943718435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/10/capillary-venous-lymphatic-malformation.html' title='Capillary Venous Lymphatic Malformation and us'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-1243079637176418743</id><published>2009-10-12T20:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T20:24:30.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Busy!</title><content type='html'>Ok so I have been a little slack on updating but I am going to get better. Anna Grace is growing like a weed. She babbles on all day and is becoming a busy body. Right now she is screaming her little head off because she wants her Daddy to walk around and bounce her and well he rufuses. If he were to stand up she would stop crying. I seriously need to get this on film. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the pumpkin patch on Saturday and picked out Anna Grace's first pumpkin. She loves the outdoors so of course this was a hit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/StPHcqe3_xI/AAAAAAAAA64/L0oOU6QB3HA/s1600-h/DSC07544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/StPHcqe3_xI/AAAAAAAAA64/L0oOU6QB3HA/s400/DSC07544.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391872474146668306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We leave for Cincinati on Sunday. Everyone is nervous for the trip. We are tying and praying hard to stay well. Our trip was postponed in September due to Anna Grace's first cold. It was hard but I knew it was God's timing. Please be in prayer for us as we make this trip. We will be getting lots of information and it will most likely be overwhelming. I promise to keep my blog, facebook and twitter updated while we are there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our pumpkin sitting up in bumbo. I think she grew 3 inches the first time I sat her in here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/StPIUmuUnLI/AAAAAAAAA7A/ORC_c5Ku474/s1600-h/DSC07529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/StPIUmuUnLI/AAAAAAAAA7A/ORC_c5Ku474/s400/DSC07529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391873435210390706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure who "won" but AG quit crying and is slowly falling asleep. :) Daddy will call this a victory I am sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-1243079637176418743?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1243079637176418743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=1243079637176418743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1243079637176418743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1243079637176418743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/10/been-busy.html' title='Been Busy!'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/StPHcqe3_xI/AAAAAAAAA64/L0oOU6QB3HA/s72-c/DSC07544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-1860828748878752117</id><published>2009-09-01T09:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T09:27:13.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fan Day and summer pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sp0faiiPGbI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Avb_iTlcbpE/s1600-h/DSC07278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sp0faiiPGbI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Avb_iTlcbpE/s400/DSC07278.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376488070957701554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and I took Anna Grace to her first official Clemson fan day. She did really well. Apparently her big orange bow caused a stir. People kept stopping us about it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sp0fy3JOffI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/CxekDMIespk/s1600-h/DSC07297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sp0fy3JOffI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/CxekDMIespk/s400/DSC07297.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376488488806809074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Grace and Uncle Caleb will be working on tackling very soon. Caleb can't wait to get her dirty. :0 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sp0gQpw4FQI/AAAAAAAAA6g/mqr9YrSPfGI/s1600-h/DSC07292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sp0gQpw4FQI/AAAAAAAAA6g/mqr9YrSPfGI/s400/DSC07292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376489000611091714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sp0glRGPCBI/AAAAAAAAA6o/q-YecuaovXQ/s1600-h/DSC07176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sp0glRGPCBI/AAAAAAAAA6o/q-YecuaovXQ/s400/DSC07176.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376489354767042578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my bows too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sp0hBaphRzI/AAAAAAAAA6w/lNIFzbqNbS0/s1600-h/DSC07250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sp0hBaphRzI/AAAAAAAAA6w/lNIFzbqNbS0/s400/DSC07250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376489838367295282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wrist rattles are a hit too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-1860828748878752117?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1860828748878752117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=1860828748878752117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1860828748878752117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1860828748878752117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/09/fan-day-and-summer-pictures.html' title='Fan Day and summer pictures'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sp0faiiPGbI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/Avb_iTlcbpE/s72-c/DSC07278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-4874656306213485878</id><published>2009-08-24T18:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T18:28:11.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/NotMeMondayButtonV6copy.jpg"/&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Not Me! Monday! This blog carnival was created by &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net"&gt;MckMama&lt;/a&gt;. You can head over to &lt;a href="http://www.mycharmingkids.net"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt; to read what she and everyone else have not been doing this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not pray nightly that my child would miraculously sleep 12 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not shove some clothes into the closest just to make the bedroom "look" clean for my sanity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not leave a poopie diaper on AG at 2:30 am when she just fell back asleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not break down numerous times today at numerous doctors visits. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure this will become really fun when AG is older and doing things that I do not want her to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did you do this week that you would "not me!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-4874656306213485878?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4874656306213485878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=4874656306213485878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/4874656306213485878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/4874656306213485878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/08/welcome-to-not-me-monday-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r208/jennisajoy/OUAB/th_NotMeMondayButtonV6copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-2937472410846967805</id><published>2009-08-19T11:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T11:45:13.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cincinatti Update</title><content type='html'>First off, thank you all for praying for us so much during this time in our lives. We firmly believe God has a purpose for Anna Grace. She is a tough little cookie. She undergone ultrasounds, blood draws, and a few other tests that make even strong men cringe and she has done so well. Adam and I can feel God carrying us through this time in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be leaving on September 13th to drive to Cincinatti Childrens Hospital. On the 14th Anna Grace will under go an MRI. She will be sedated and possibly intubated because she is so small and young. This will be overwhelming for Adam and myself. The MRI will be done of her head and abdomen. In the recent weeks, an unltrasound found white spots on both of her kidneys. These spots are possible signs of another problem not linked to the Lymphangioma. A test was done of her renal function and her kidneys are functioning properly. Praise the LORD! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 15th, we will meet the surgical team to discuss possiblities. Please be in prayer for us as we will be given her diagnosis and plan. Again, we know God is in control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our specific prayer requests are:&lt;br /&gt;That Anna Grace travel well. We will be driving and I am nursing her so this will call for frequent stops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An easy sedation and fast MRI and recovery. She should not have to stay in the hospital after the MRI. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An easy diagnosis that can be fixed with as little surgery as possibly. Also that this can be done in Greenville instead of Cincinatti. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly pray for God's will to be done in her life and ours and that we may glorify Him. He chose us to be her parents and he knit Anna Grace together. No one knows how well her body work better than Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we are gone we will be updating facebook and twitter. You can follow us on either. We plan to drive home on Wednesday. Thank you in advance for all the prayers you will be praying for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-2937472410846967805?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2937472410846967805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=2937472410846967805' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/2937472410846967805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/2937472410846967805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/08/cincinatti-update.html' title='Cincinatti Update'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-3034649567055591186</id><published>2009-08-14T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:22:36.008-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Months old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SoWAkUfe1iI/AAAAAAAAA6I/A8xlGVp8JY8/s1600-h/DSC07066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SoWAkUfe1iI/AAAAAAAAA6I/A8xlGVp8JY8/s400/DSC07066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369839492173583906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet little lamb I cannot believe you are two months old! You had your shots yesterday and did so well. You and Dr. Phillips had a thrilling conversation as he checked you over and proclaimed....My she is beautiful. I didn't need anyone to tell me that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 10 pounds 1 ounce and are 23 inches long. You have the prettiest longest fingers and love to kick your legs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you sit in your bouncy seat you only show love to the monkey. Poor hippo and lion are always left out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still love to be swaddled when you sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the baskin robbins commercial with the ice cream and cake song. In fact it is what mommy and daddy sing to help calm you down. Jesus loves me also works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sleeping ok. You keep us on our toes by throwing in a few bad sleep nights here and there but are easy to get back to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You talk all the time. I know that I am going to get whats coming to me. Word on the street is I talk alot and that My Mom had to deal with my constant chatter. Its ok though I love to her you chatting away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been to Lake Lure already and will visit the beach around your 3 month birthday. After that we are going to Cincinatti Ohio for a few days. ( I will post more about that soon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Grace you are a pure joy to your mother and father and everyone else that loves you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-3034649567055591186?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3034649567055591186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=3034649567055591186' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/3034649567055591186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/3034649567055591186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/08/2-months-old.html' title='2 Months old'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SoWAkUfe1iI/AAAAAAAAA6I/A8xlGVp8JY8/s72-c/DSC07066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-8787741322038747229</id><published>2009-08-05T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T11:35:09.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SnmmmC27_OI/AAAAAAAAA6A/l8Gj4xMjZok/s1600-h/DSC06803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SnmmmC27_OI/AAAAAAAAA6A/l8Gj4xMjZok/s400/DSC06803.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366503603521191138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you know that we had a "baby" before AG. Last summer I was informed it would take me forever to get pregnant not to rush because of my Chron's disease. So, Adam and I finally decided we were getting a puppy. In August, we found and fell in love with Pepper Jill. She has really been a great dog and was wonderful for me when I was on bedrest. Pep and AG have bonded a few times over licks (only on AG's feet).b By the way, I got pregnant with AG in late September. How is that for timing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days, I have what we call Camp Burgess. Where AG, Pep, and I stay in bed and nap and spend the day together. This comes after a LONG night sometimes. Well Monday, my first official day as a SAHM (stay at home mommy) was a Camp Burgess day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are all in the bed. I am nursing Anna Grace when Pep jumps up and starts pacing...then shaking. I know whats coming. She has to go potty. I ask her if she needs to go outside and she immediately sits down. Bad sign. She is obeying by sitting when asked so she must really need to go. I potitely tell the dog you are going to have to wait. I was not interrupting AG at that point. My colorful dachshund comes bounding up to the boppy and gets in my face, shaking still, and starts licking me. As if she was saying PLEASE, right now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortuantely AG finishes and I jump up to take Pep before Camp Burgess gets peed on. :) We all go outside which is another blog in itself. Pepper won't GO potty. I couldn't believe it?! I thought I would kill her. :) She is pulling me and AG around the yard after birds and squirrells. Maybe she was telling me she really needs to walk?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-8787741322038747229?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8787741322038747229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=8787741322038747229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8787741322038747229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8787741322038747229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/08/two-babies.html' title='Two babies'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SnmmmC27_OI/AAAAAAAAA6A/l8Gj4xMjZok/s72-c/DSC06803.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-6115291531915164755</id><published>2009-08-03T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T09:55:08.534-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Baaackkkkk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Snbqfl7wLiI/AAAAAAAAA54/2sEbYNMwm2Q/s1600-h/DSC06901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Snbqfl7wLiI/AAAAAAAAA54/2sEbYNMwm2Q/s400/DSC06901.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365733834538102306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I haven't blogged since Anna Grace was two weeks old. Its been a little bit crazy here so let me catch you up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam is now employed with Upward in Spartanburg, SC. Today is actually his first day. We are super excited and can't wait to see what God is going to do through this change. Last night was our last night at Reedy River Baptist Church. It was bittersweet. Which brings me to change number 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Adam being hired at Upward, I am able to stay at home with AG. So today is my first official day on the job as well. I have wanted to stay home with my children for years. I am blessed to be able and I have to admit this is the scariest thing I have EVER done. Please be praying for us as we make this transition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past two weeks, Anna Grace and I have been on the road. Adam took the students to camp for a week so AG and I stayed in Gaffney with the grandparents and then the next week we all went on vacation to Lake Lure. Needless to say, our schedule was shot so we are trying to get back on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some new things our lamb is doing these days:&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for toys&lt;br /&gt;Talking ALL the time, she coos and almost makes this squeal when she gets really excited! Its alot of fun&lt;br /&gt;Keeping her paci in her mouth! WOW I never thought that would happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will update more now that we are back and settled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-6115291531915164755?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6115291531915164755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=6115291531915164755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/6115291531915164755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/6115291531915164755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/08/were-baaackkkkk.html' title='We&apos;re Baaackkkkk'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Snbqfl7wLiI/AAAAAAAAA54/2sEbYNMwm2Q/s72-c/DSC06901.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-3295315112051871374</id><published>2009-06-25T21:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T21:39:53.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Weeks old and a date night</title><content type='html'>Anna Grace you are two weeks old! I cannot believe it. You are changing daily. You have started stretching your legs and pointing your toes. I LOVE this. You are destined to be a dancer with those long legs and toes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are still a picky eater and haven't rounded the corner of wanting to breastfeed. Its an ordeal every feeding but Mommy is praying hard that it will get better and I feel like it is. You still aren't at birth weight but you are a dainty little girl. You weighed 7 pounds 6 ounces on your two week birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SkQlfGd2gJI/AAAAAAAAA00/8BZPqc6Yw5o/s1600-h/DSC06774.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SkQlfGd2gJI/AAAAAAAAA00/8BZPqc6Yw5o/s400/DSC06774.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351443473464983698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Mommy and Daddy went to dinner. When I was still pregnant I told Adam it would be at least 6 weeks before we went out on a date. Well, Mommy knew the sooner she left you with Grammie the better. So, tonight my Mom and Aunt Sammie came over and kept you. (We were only gone 2 hours but still!) While we were gone you took a bottle like a champ! You also got a visit from your great-grandparents, Susie and Pop Pops. Here is a pic of Mommy and Daddy with you before we left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SkQmJfILhiI/AAAAAAAAA08/HEJsPJelvqQ/s1600-h/DSC06796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SkQmJfILhiI/AAAAAAAAA08/HEJsPJelvqQ/s400/DSC06796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351444201639478818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can definitely say that I am a Mommy. Last night, I nursed you while Pepper sat on my shoulders....Ahhhh Parenting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SkQmhfCjsnI/AAAAAAAAA1E/2KMNy3kBRj0/s1600-h/DSC06790.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SkQmhfCjsnI/AAAAAAAAA1E/2KMNy3kBRj0/s400/DSC06790.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351444613932757618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-3295315112051871374?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3295315112051871374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=3295315112051871374' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/3295315112051871374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/3295315112051871374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/2-weeks-old-and-date-night.html' title='2 Weeks old and a date night'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SkQlfGd2gJI/AAAAAAAAA00/8BZPqc6Yw5o/s72-c/DSC06774.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-1856995309440209357</id><published>2009-06-23T10:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:49:52.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June 10, 2009</title><content type='html'>I have been trying to think and put into words what this day was like. I was admitted into the hospital on June 9 at 5pm. By 6pm, I was officially in my bed, had an i.v., and was ready to get started. At 9pm I had my sleeping pill and out I went. If I had not had this I would have never slept! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 5 am, I woke up looking around thinking I need to get up and take a shower and get ready to meet our little girl! By 9am I was in my labor and delivery room and the potocin was rolling. By that point Anna Grace's entourage starting coming in. My mom, sister, and Adam's mom were the first to arrive. The morning was spent putting on make-up during contraction and watching tv. At 12:30 Adam went to get something to eat and I was alone for about a whole 10 minutes. Well thats when my ob came by and decided to break my water....yikes! I was nervous about this because I had heard it could be painful. It was a breeze and helped with the labor process alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward through the afternoon (which I slept through) At 5:00pm I was anxious. I knew because I was induced that it was going to take awhile. I had my epidrual around 2pm and was well rested and ready to push! Except I wasn't ready too! My knight in shining armor had kept everyone out of the room for awhile so I could rest and during that time was when I started to feel pressure and knew things were getting close. I was right! I had dialated to 8cm. Adam let everyone know and I went back to sleep! Around 6:30 or 7pm I woke up and knew I was beginning to feel very different. By 7:45pm I was fully dialated and could get started pushing. Apparently I was one of few who could tell when to push during an epidural. SO much so, that my labor and delivery nurse had me slow and down and push softer....WHAT! My OB had gone to rest because she was having contractions, at 38 weeks pregnant herself. At 8:30pm, She finally made it to my room and began getting ready. At 8:48 this happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SkDpJyqMvvI/AAAAAAAAA0M/Vha3ztFMQmc/s1600-h/DSC06544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SkDpJyqMvvI/AAAAAAAAA0M/Vha3ztFMQmc/s400/DSC06544.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350532711743012594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives were instantly changed forever. NICU was present right after birth, evaluated her and said she looked great. I couldnt believe it when Adam brought her over to me to hold! It was amazing. She was incredible. Anna Grace still potentionally has a long road ahead but Adam and I are blessed beyond words to have a healthy little girl under our roof. Thank you for praying, encouraging, and loving us during this time. Our prayer for Anna Grace is the she would grow and love the Lord with all her heart! We know that He has a special plan for her life. Her are a few more pictures! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SkDqXpqfYqI/AAAAAAAAA0U/O9oTN9cKxvY/s1600-h/DSC06551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SkDqXpqfYqI/AAAAAAAAA0U/O9oTN9cKxvY/s400/DSC06551.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350534049358111394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SkDq0Gr4YXI/AAAAAAAAA0k/1nNz1TYGNW8/s1600-h/DSC06639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SkDq0Gr4YXI/AAAAAAAAA0k/1nNz1TYGNW8/s400/DSC06639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350534538184909170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SkDqogDRlwI/AAAAAAAAA0c/r-TUgl9VTuc/s1600-h/DSC06614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SkDqogDRlwI/AAAAAAAAA0c/r-TUgl9VTuc/s400/DSC06614.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350534338835486466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-1856995309440209357?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1856995309440209357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=1856995309440209357' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1856995309440209357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1856995309440209357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-10-2009.html' title='June 10, 2009'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SkDpJyqMvvI/AAAAAAAAA0M/Vha3ztFMQmc/s72-c/DSC06544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-5103278301181942886</id><published>2009-06-16T16:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:38:39.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna Grace Burgess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SjgCE2ZlUZI/AAAAAAAAAyU/0BvizDiS_eo/s1600-h/DSC06660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SjgCE2ZlUZI/AAAAAAAAAyU/0BvizDiS_eo/s400/DSC06660.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348026839848014226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so thankful for everyone's prayers and well wishes during our pregnancy and birth of Anna Grace. She is such a blessing. We are settling in to being Mom and Dad. Adam and I are both blown away by her. She looks just like her Daddy and has small eyes like her Mama. I will be updating more soon with her birth story etc. Please continue to pray for our little girl as we all grow together as a family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Grace Burgess&lt;br /&gt;7 pounds 11 ounces&lt;br /&gt;20.75 inches long&lt;br /&gt;Born June 10, 2009 at 8:48 pm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-5103278301181942886?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5103278301181942886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=5103278301181942886' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/5103278301181942886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/5103278301181942886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/anna-grace-burgess.html' title='Anna Grace Burgess'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SjgCE2ZlUZI/AAAAAAAAAyU/0BvizDiS_eo/s72-c/DSC06660.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-572037538965643834</id><published>2009-05-31T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:20:21.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To Do</title><content type='html'>With just 10 days (or less) before our sweet Anna Grace comes I have lots that I feel I need to do. So here is my week of to do's and goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Dr. appoitment (they love me there thats why they keep making me come back!)&lt;br /&gt;- clean out car&lt;br /&gt;- load of laundry&lt;br /&gt;- wash dishes&lt;br /&gt;- work on the last of the thank you notes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;- Adam will be home cutting grass&lt;br /&gt;- I plan on finishing what I don't get done from Monday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;- Laundry &lt;br /&gt;- Make sure house is ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;- another Dr. appointment&lt;br /&gt;- double check bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;- Adam home all day&lt;br /&gt;- try to enjoy the beginning of our last weekend without our sweet little lamb&lt;br /&gt;- Cruise In at church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;- AHHH last Saturday...what should we do? Go to a movie? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;-Church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;-I am sure I will be a basket case by then. &lt;br /&gt;-DOUBLE check bags again&lt;br /&gt;- Last Dr. appointment&lt;br /&gt;-Go to dinner for Sally Ann's 19th! Birthday! I can't believe she will be 19. I am not going to lie I would love to have Anna Grace on her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;-Sleep in&lt;br /&gt;- Take Pepper to the Vet for the week. &lt;br /&gt;- Have a great last meal with my sweet baby's daddy&lt;br /&gt;- Report to hospital at 5pm. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday (June 10th)&lt;br /&gt;-GREATEST Day ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize that this could change at any moment and I would love for it too. I am so ready to meet Anna Grace and I know she is ready to meet us. We will keep you updated on how our week progresses!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-572037538965643834?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/572037538965643834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=572037538965643834' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/572037538965643834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/572037538965643834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/05/to-do.html' title='To Do'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-3344482770090360673</id><published>2009-05-28T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T09:52:02.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The weekend ahead</title><content type='html'>I can't wait for this weekend to arrive and be over! We have something going on everyday but its the last weekend where we feel like Anna Grace could absolutely not come. Or I mean she can, but it doesn't fit our schedules. HA HA! I know she can and will come when she wants but this is a running joke at our home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Final clean sweep day. Sally Ann will be in Greenville with me and we will be cleaning, cleaning. I still don't last long when it comes to energy so she will be helping to do everything in one day that needs to be done. On our list: clean the bathroom, vacuum, clean out car, and clean kitchen. Sounds easy right? It would have taken me days and together we will have it knocked out in hours. (and no I am not vacuuming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: 1st Annual Reedy River Golf Tournament. Adam and our youth are hosting a golf tournament to raise money for Mission Fuge in July. Poor Adam has worked so hard and we have prayed hard that Anna Grace will at least hold off until Saturday morning. :) This will be a fun day. Mom is taking me up to the tournament for a little while but I have been given strict instructions...no joy riding on the golf carts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Friday night we are having a BBQ after the tournament. This might put me in labor. Pepa's BBQ is A-mazing. I can't wait to eat some. We love Mema and Pepa and are happy to have them in Greenville for a few days. These are Caleb's grandparents and Adam, Sally, and I love them like our own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: The morning should be uneventful and then its off to Pump it up for the youth Graduation party. Yes, a blow up party. Of course, I can't participate in this either. :( Sad day. You see I am told jumping up and down would probably do some damage to me or her. I just want to go into labor that won't be stopped once I get to the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: Ahhh....the end or beginning however you look at it. Its graduate recognition and a big lunch followed by a big nap! Plus the last night of Awana at church. I have missed helping at Awana but I am very interested to hear what they have learned since I have been "out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it. Our long weekend. At least with all thats going on, I won't get bored and the weekend should fly by. Next on the calendar after Sunday- no big plans just &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; meeting our daughter! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. She says hi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-3344482770090360673?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3344482770090360673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=3344482770090360673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/3344482770090360673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/3344482770090360673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/05/weekend-ahead.html' title='The weekend ahead'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-6561205980635358495</id><published>2009-05-26T12:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:09:30.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset Watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/ShwfRcFLqSI/AAAAAAAAAyE/-gL2H3cM34A/s1600-h/DSC05861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/ShwfRcFLqSI/AAAAAAAAAyE/-gL2H3cM34A/s400/DSC05861.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340177642610731298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Memorial Day, Adam and I were able to travel to Lake Lure to be with my family over the holiday. The picture above was from this fall, I was pregnant with Anna Grace and didn't know yet. It always makes me smile to think she was with us that day and how are lives were about to change. We were so excited to find out she was on her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon Adam went to church and I stayed back to pack for myself and Adam as well as Pepper. I had forgotten what its like to get her ready for one overnight visit. I laughed to myself thinking of what it will be like in a few weeks when Anna Grace is here. It should make packing for Pepper seem like a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we arrived Sunday, the family sat around and talked about Anna Grace and Baby Brown (who will be here around the end of Nov or first of Dec.) My cousin Lance and his wife Blair are expecting their first child. I can't explain excitement I feel when I think about Christmas with Hoppers and two new infants. If you know my family you know what this will be like. Lots of love and laughter and chaos.  Anyway, then we played the game signs. I was very fearful that I was going into labor. I laughed so hard and for so long that I thought I was going to laugh her out. At one point two different people were throwing around signs. Plus ONE of us never knew when she had a sign. No, it wasn't me. If one game wasn't enough, we played Apples to Apples after that. It was a fun night and Adam and I always enjoy laughing with our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, Mom and I went into to downtown Chimney Rock and "shopped" nothing too serious. She did buy me one more outfit. I am so excited because its so cute and so comfortable. Its something too that will fit perfectly after I have Anna Grace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Monday night, we had hotdogs and celebrated Pop Pops and Adam as Veterans. We had an incredible view of the lake with the sunset and the rain. The name of the house is Sunset Watch and it is incredible to sit on that porch and watch the sun fall behind the mountains. It was great, Adam and I didn't want to leave but we have a busy week ahead. Dr. visits, a golf tournament that Adam and put together for our youth, and of course the fact that AG could be here anytime. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-6561205980635358495?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6561205980635358495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=6561205980635358495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/6561205980635358495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/6561205980635358495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/05/sunset-watch.html' title='Sunset Watch'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/ShwfRcFLqSI/AAAAAAAAAyE/-gL2H3cM34A/s72-c/DSC05861.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-2542516046664176525</id><published>2009-05-25T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T20:22:48.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>T-minus 15 days...or less</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Shs1ZNcVA4I/AAAAAAAAAx8/3ofyOlI249A/s1600-h/DSC06496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Shs1ZNcVA4I/AAAAAAAAAx8/3ofyOlI249A/s400/DSC06496.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339920490399335298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*15 days or less until we meet our little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*15 more days of being pregnant with my first child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*15 more days of eating what I really shouldn't eat...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Anna Grace doesn't decide to come before June 9th, I will be officially induced on June 10th. Yes, thats right. I have prayed and hoped and I am going to be able to try for a "natural" birth. Please pray that the next few days go quickly and that she continues to do well. We believe in God's specfic plan eventhough we have no idea what it is. Pray for peace for us and for a peacefully delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't wait to meet our sweet Anna Grace and we would love for it to happen anytime now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-2542516046664176525?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2542516046664176525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=2542516046664176525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/2542516046664176525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/2542516046664176525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/05/t-minus-15-daysor-less.html' title='T-minus 15 days...or less'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Shs1ZNcVA4I/AAAAAAAAAx8/3ofyOlI249A/s72-c/DSC06496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-1843498931725908330</id><published>2009-05-13T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T12:35:39.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousins</title><content type='html'>There are many babies coming into the world around Adam and me. His sister and step sister both had babies in December and Ashley (step sister) and myself have been pregnant together. Well Caroline entered the world at 4:44 am today and she and Anna Grace I know will make there marks in the family. Congrats Ashley and Adam! You are going to be great parents and Adam and I are delighted to enjoy the ride with you. Hold on Caroline, your partner in crime will be here soon enough! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this picture. She looks so content and a girl after my own heart, she likes her bath! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sgr2aLpkUlI/AAAAAAAAAx0/-Npf3sBzapE/s1600-h/4395_700593492987_12602729_40701572_7671495_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sgr2aLpkUlI/AAAAAAAAAx0/-Npf3sBzapE/s400/4395_700593492987_12602729_40701572_7671495_n%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335347638237942354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caroline weighed 6 pounds 8 ounces and has strawberry blond hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-1843498931725908330?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1843498931725908330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=1843498931725908330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1843498931725908330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1843498931725908330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/05/cousins.html' title='Cousins'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sgr2aLpkUlI/AAAAAAAAAx0/-Npf3sBzapE/s72-c/4395_700593492987_12602729_40701572_7671495_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-3979362884989841229</id><published>2009-05-11T19:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:46:54.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>House of girls</title><content type='html'>Since I have been on bedrest, Adam has done all of the grocery shopping. Today, he had to run out a get a few staple items to get me through the week. Typically he comes home with a suprise to keep me going and he actually has more restraint than I ever have when shopping for food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I knew he was nervous about having a house full of women to deal with. I mean he married me, got a female puppy, and God has given us a sweet little girl. He is preparing for sleepless nights and lots to deal with. Today, he decided he needed some manly things in this house that has been taken over by pink things. HA! I love fruit snacks- No preference in brand really just good old fashioned fruit snacks. I have to give him credit he did ask if I had a preference. I won't tell you what he bought you can see it in the picture. You can also see what I crave-minus the crunchy ice I love from Sonic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sgi3KgonCJI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Y8pLMvXLEGA/s1600-h/DSC06499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sgi3KgonCJI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Y8pLMvXLEGA/s400/DSC06499.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334715149807192210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me- 34 weeks and 4 days pregnant with Miss Priss. It was Mother's Day so we had to take a picture. I look exhausted but I am very happy to be with my favorite people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sgi2_VLniNI/AAAAAAAAAxk/a58oXAV6HVk/s1600-h/DSC06498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sgi2_VLniNI/AAAAAAAAAxk/a58oXAV6HVk/s400/DSC06498.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334714957754239186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom, sister, and Caleb are in Lakeshore, MS for the week. They will be doing mission work. Please be praying for them as they work. I know they are having a blast. Also, pray AG holds out until they get home, so they don't have to rush home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-3979362884989841229?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3979362884989841229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=3979362884989841229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/3979362884989841229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/3979362884989841229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/05/house-of-girls.html' title='House of girls'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sgi3KgonCJI/AAAAAAAAAxs/Y8pLMvXLEGA/s72-c/DSC06499.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-6265178958101401200</id><published>2009-05-07T15:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T16:09:34.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What AG is up to these days....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SgM9i1X18oI/AAAAAAAAAxc/NORz44htpNQ/s1600-h/APR+20,+2009_11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SgM9i1X18oI/AAAAAAAAAxc/NORz44htpNQ/s400/APR+20,+2009_11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333174052388729474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this shot of her right hand curled up. She is going to have a mean right hook just ask my insides. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Grace you are rolling around more and more each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mama monitors at night you do what Daddy and I call attacking the fences. You HATE the monitors. It is so funny to watch you squirm and move to try and get away. But you are too packed in there now and can't get away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy can talk to you and calm you down. He reassures you that the monitor will be gone soon and you calm down. He will continue to talk to you about the day or how special you are and as soon as he stops and walks away....you melt down again. Maybe you think this is a game. But its amazing as parents to see you react to our love already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and Mama spent a few days on the couch in Gaffney. Mima and Pop loved having us there with Daddy. It makes Mama spoiled to have so many people watch after her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new craving is the small "crunchy" ice. Mama loves it and is pretty sure you do too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today at the doctor we received a possible C section date. This will be revealed to the general public when confirmed. Mama and Daddy don't think you want to wait that long to let us kiss your sweet face but who knows you may hold out. Either way it will be in less 35 days, thats all I am saying. :) I can't WAIT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, we are still on the couch. But in a few weeks Mama should be able to get up and move around more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are already a joy and we love you oh so much. God has truly blessed us and we can't wait to be "graced" with your presence completely in our life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-6265178958101401200?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6265178958101401200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=6265178958101401200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/6265178958101401200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/6265178958101401200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-ag-is-up-to-these-days.html' title='What AG is up to these days....'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SgM9i1X18oI/AAAAAAAAAxc/NORz44htpNQ/s72-c/APR+20,+2009_11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-3107414458078710662</id><published>2009-05-03T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T19:14:15.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna Grace's Room</title><content type='html'>I am so excited to have AG's nursery done! My parents, sister, Caleb, and Adam finished up today. We, well they, washed the rest of the clothes, hung artwork, and washed blinds and put up curtains. The boys did great with all of the pink. In fact, I would dare say they enjoyed setting up her room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love love her curtains. They were a steal at Pottery Barn. The dance yourself silly sign brings a big smile to my face. I can see her in a few years spinning and jumping as she is learning to tap her toes. My mom found the doll house from a friend and we just HAD to have it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, we all feel ready for her to be here. I can rest easy knowing her room is ready. Oh yeah, Pop hung her letters. This was a process. He had a tape measure and all. I had to watch to approve. I wish you could have seen all 6 of us, plus AG who happened to have hiccups. It was a great moment I won't forget. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sf4jy4ap8UI/AAAAAAAAAxU/92AwbE85gEE/s1600-h/DSC06483.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sf4jy4ap8UI/AAAAAAAAAxU/92AwbE85gEE/s400/DSC06483.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331738365897863490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sf4jrtAn5GI/AAAAAAAAAxM/s7deDkauFlw/s1600-h/DSC06482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sf4jrtAn5GI/AAAAAAAAAxM/s7deDkauFlw/s400/DSC06482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331738242576802914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sf4jkengNPI/AAAAAAAAAxE/M7VXrbRmh2o/s1600-h/DSC06481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sf4jkengNPI/AAAAAAAAAxE/M7VXrbRmh2o/s400/DSC06481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331738118454260978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sf4jdDtYb0I/AAAAAAAAAw8/KdQ20DoUYjQ/s1600-h/DSC06480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sf4jdDtYb0I/AAAAAAAAAw8/KdQ20DoUYjQ/s400/DSC06480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331737990972075842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sf4jVnP8_UI/AAAAAAAAAw0/XB9EfBH9yDA/s1600-h/DSC06479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sf4jVnP8_UI/AAAAAAAAAw0/XB9EfBH9yDA/s400/DSC06479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331737863073365314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-3107414458078710662?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3107414458078710662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=3107414458078710662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/3107414458078710662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/3107414458078710662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/05/anna-graces-room.html' title='Anna Grace&apos;s Room'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sf4jy4ap8UI/AAAAAAAAAxU/92AwbE85gEE/s72-c/DSC06483.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-8329046270166419493</id><published>2009-04-29T16:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:42:10.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home</title><content type='html'>Well, we are home from the hospital. Thankfully my contractions stopped around 5pm on Monday and remained stopped through Tuesday and last night. The scary part is I could not feel these contractions and they were two minutes apart and lasting 20 to 40 seconds. All I could feel was pressure on every other contraction. I just knew Monday I felt different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! We are home on home monitoring which means I will be monitored a few times a day and the information will be sent to a nurse who will call me if I need to report back to the hospital. Also, if I begin to feel pressure I can strap myself to the monitors and check, just in case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan still remains the same. I am 33 weeks today and Dr. Greig would like to see me make it to 38 weeks. So, 5 more to go! If I continue to have spellls of contractions I will go back in the hospital to be monitored around the clock. Pray I can continue to stay home because this will be easier for all involved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, Adam and I are packing our hospital bag now. So we don't have to make a mad dash next time. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-8329046270166419493?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8329046270166419493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=8329046270166419493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8329046270166419493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8329046270166419493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-488463299326697106</id><published>2009-04-28T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T10:24:30.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital Update</title><content type='html'>Yes, we are back in the hospital. Last week at the doctors I was measuring 36 weeks pregnant and I wasn't suprised when my contractions started back Sunday evening. I knew I felt different and had lots of pressure. Still couldn't feel any contractions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Dr. Greig Monday morning and my contractions had progressed to 2 minutes apart and lasting for 20 to 40 seconds. Thankfully they weren't not real strong and weren't causing me to dialate, just thin out. Last time I had begun to dialate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 4pm Monday they were able to stop them completely. I will have my last round of steriods today and that will help her until 35 to 36 weeks. Either way we are close to being in a safe deliverary place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be able to go home by Wednesday but it really just depends on my body. Please continue for Anna Grace to grow strong and be ready. I will try to keep the blog updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emily and Adam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-488463299326697106?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/488463299326697106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=488463299326697106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/488463299326697106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/488463299326697106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/hospital-update.html' title='Hospital Update'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-2288031589578116204</id><published>2009-04-23T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T14:56:30.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Block B</title><content type='html'>Pepper and I had to send Daddy a picture of us keeping AG warm and comfy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SfC5IRsew7I/AAAAAAAAAws/2VxhUzONP9M/s1600-h/DSC06392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SfC5IRsew7I/AAAAAAAAAws/2VxhUzONP9M/s400/DSC06392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327961911019357106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Belly at 32 weeks- Only about 6 more to go until a possible C section. The plan right now is 38 weeks. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SfC4eIoAiOI/AAAAAAAAAwk/WKAjf0tAmHQ/s1600-h/DSC06390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SfC4eIoAiOI/AAAAAAAAAwk/WKAjf0tAmHQ/s400/DSC06390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327961187030173922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls keeping me warm. We nap together frequently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SfC3zdr9TOI/AAAAAAAAAwc/FNjwpAxno0g/s1600-h/DSC06372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SfC3zdr9TOI/AAAAAAAAAwc/FNjwpAxno0g/s400/DSC06372.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327960453949508834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days, I have been in Gaffney with my parents while Adam is in Nashville for a conference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a great week. Lots of company and talks with friends and family that I have been missing. Eventhough I wish Adam was with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Doctors visits. Lots of rest. Two miniture dachshunds to keep me entertained!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-2288031589578116204?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2288031589578116204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=2288031589578116204' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/2288031589578116204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/2288031589578116204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/cell-block-b.html' title='Cell Block B'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SfC5IRsew7I/AAAAAAAAAws/2VxhUzONP9M/s72-c/DSC06392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-8619878107807559834</id><published>2009-04-16T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T19:53:44.631-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bedrest, fluid, and Anna Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SefE4IEM8OI/AAAAAAAAAwU/WgfAk7trcJ4/s1600-h/DSC06070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SefE4IEM8OI/AAAAAAAAAwU/WgfAk7trcJ4/s400/DSC06070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325441552905728226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that most people think you can come up with grand ideas for bedrest. Well believe it or not, after week one maybe two all you want is for it to be over. You start to find ways to make the day go faster. Like naps. There is a huge risk with naps. Naps mean you won't sleep at night. Oh well sometimes its worth it. Thank you notes keep you busy. Sudoku and word searches help as well. I thought I would blog all the time but I don't. Instead I have been catching up on others blogs and shopping online. Not buying anything just "window" shopping. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to the doc every week. My fluid has started to raise again. So they will be closely monitoring me. The main concerns are more contractions, Anna Grace not being able to handle the fluid, and the strain it causes on my body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Grace so far has not had any problems with the fluid so far but health concerns can occur. I have full trust in God (eventhough everyday I have to re-surrender AG to Him) and I trust Dr. Greig. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that AG continues to do well and that she will stay put for at least 3 more weeks with the hopes of staying for 4 weeks after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-8619878107807559834?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8619878107807559834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=8619878107807559834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8619878107807559834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8619878107807559834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/bedrest-fluid-and-anna-grace.html' title='Bedrest, fluid, and Anna Grace'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SefE4IEM8OI/AAAAAAAAAwU/WgfAk7trcJ4/s72-c/DSC06070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-7455546469844480306</id><published>2009-04-08T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:34:07.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sd0Xq4PQMLI/AAAAAAAAAwE/0i-zHZxmw8U/s1600-h/100_2613.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sd0Xq4PQMLI/AAAAAAAAAwE/0i-zHZxmw8U/s400/100_2613.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322436360040100018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoy this.... I came across it today and had to share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Engagement Account by Adam Burgess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very picky when it comes to selecting the perfect diamond engagement ring.  I started looking for the ring when I got home from Afghanistan last December.  I would go about 1-2 times a month and get familiar with the diamond.  I looked at nearly a million different stones until I could tell just by looking at them if it was a good one or a bad one.  I got serious about shopping in February.  I went at least once a week to a couple of jewelers in Fayetteville, Gaffney, Spartanburg, and Anderson with which I felt most secure.  My biggest fears were getting a bad ring or not getting one that would accent the beauty of my wife-to-be.  I wouldn’t buy a ring until I felt deep down that it would be perfect for Emily.    &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The first of March, I was ready to buy.  By this time, I was one of the paramount scholars in the field of gemology, specializing in the diamond.  I felt sure that I was closing in on Emily’s diamond, so I made the decision that I would not rest until I owned her ring.  I went to Carlyle and Co. Jewelers that cold, clear night with the intention of describing the ring of my dreams and having them search the world over for it.  Little did I know that fate was staring me in the face.  I was showing the jeweler what I wanted, and when I found her ring, I was drawn to it.  I held the ring in the light, examined it under a microscope, compared it to other less fortunate diamonds that just couldn’t stand up to the beauty and potential that this diamond had for my beautiful Emily.  One problem that I had with this diamond was that it was clothed with a yellow gold band.  I had envisioned the ring wearing a pure, white garment.  My jeweler ensured me that my diamond would look stunning with a band of white gold.  I could have never believed that the diamond I was holding could look any clearer or more dazzling than it did in the store that night.  I immediately bought the token of love for my darling Emily with the intent of having it transformed into an even more impressive show of love.  I would have to wait 10 days to see the work of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; During the long wait, I had to take a few more steps before I could be engaged to marry my sweetheart.  I had to first ask for her hand in marriage.  That would be the hardest step in the process.  Greg McCraw has the most amazing daughter on the face of the Earth.  I thought long and hard about it, and I was afraid that he knew the prize that the Lord had given him and wouldn’t be willing to part with her.  That thought tormented me for a while.  I also wanted to be able to plead my case in an official, non-threatening way.  I needed to spend some time with him and gain his trust and confidence before I could be so bold as to ask for his daughter with the intent of marriage.  One problem stood in my way.  As a paratrooper in the 82d Airborne Division, I am not afforded the opportunity to go home at my leisure.  I waited a couple of weeks in hopes that I would be able to rush home one weekend and talk to the man who at the moment stood between my love and me.  Time slowly became my enemy and I had to act quickly.  I accepted plan “B”, although it was not my favorite choice.  I took a deep breath and took the plunge that would change my life forever.  I picked up the phone and called him while Emily was working one night.  Small talk between men who are expecting the inevitable is very quick and awkward.  Since I had the element of surprise in my favor, I knew I had to act fast to be able to maintain the upper hand.  So I said a quick, sincere prayer and the winds of fate blew my way.  I stumbled upon a segue way that led me into the moment of truth.  He asked me when I was going to get to come home.  I found my opening and jumped through it.  “Well, that is actually the reason I am calling.  It is going to be a while before I can come home, and I wanted to call and ask your permission to marry Emily?”&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The short pause felt like an eternity as he pondered the much-anticipated question.  “Absolutely,” he began, “I would be honored for you to marry Emily.”  Just like that, the burden was lifted and our conversation lightened up.  Greg went on to express his desire to always be there for us and his interest in our financial well-being.  The whole conversation lasted about 5 minutes, but seemed like an eternity.  The man I feared was now my comrade.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; The next issue was how to propose.  With a week left before I would see my unsuspecting girlfriend, and a few days before I would get the ring back, I had to devise a plan.  I wanted the day to be one that we would never forget.  I wanted everything perfect and magical.  I decided that I would ask her on the beach during one of the walks that we both loved so much.  I planned the day out to perfection.  As hard as she tried, Emily would not able to penetrate my cunning plans.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The time had come to pick up the small token of my love for my Princess.  I went to the jeweler’s after work on Thursday, a week before the long-awaited moment.  He presented me with a work of art that words cannot explain.  I remembered the shimmering beauty of a diamond from a week ago, but I was not prepared for the transformation that it took.  Like a caterpillar breaking free from its cocoon as an alluring butterfly.  I held this ring, and I knew that its next adaptation would add even more beauty.  In three days, it would go from being just another diamond ring to Emily’s Diamond Engagement Ring!  I floated away from the jewelry store and couldn’t wait to show my friends, my family away from home, the ring that would change two lives forever.  When I arrived at Jeremy and Amber’s, they were stunned that little ole me could find such an amazing ring.  I then proceeded to give them my plan for the engagement night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Emily arrived in Fayetteville on Tuesday, though I wouldn’t see her until Wednesday afternoon.  My Battalion had an Airborne Operation planned, so I wouldn’t be off work until early Wednesday morning.  It was Emily’s Spring Break from school, so it was going to be wonderful to have her all to myself all week.  I was supposed to have Friday off of work, but some last minute business made me work for half of the day.  I am often sporadic, and I told her that I still wanted to go Myrtle Beach even though we would only be able to spend half a day there.  Emily reluctantly agreed to my request.  As long as we were together, she didn’t really care what we did.  When I got off work, we got ready and started on the path to the rest of our lives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Since I was on a 2-hour recall in my Battalion, I realized that I was taking a huge risk in going to the beach.  In order to pull off a successful and worry-free trip, I had to have an inside source to give me a heads up in case something happened.  John, my old roommate was just that person.  I told him my plan, and let him know that I planned to be home by 10:00pm on Friday night.  Since a call from him meant bad news, I told him not to call unless it was an emergency.  All day, every time my phone would ring, my heart would skip a beat.  The day would be utterly ruined if I were caught away from the base.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We left Jeremy and Amber’s right before lunch on Friday, March 21, 2003.  We were in no rush, since this was a relaxing, carefree trip with no purpose and we really had nowhere to be.  We drove through Taco Bell on the way out of town and ate on the way down so we could have more time at the beach.  About halfway there, around Dillon, we passed a sign that said, “Baby Chicks for sale.”  Emily wanted me to stop and let her “look” at them.  I, of course, knew that if she coerced me into stopping that I would cease to be her center of her attention as we took our brand new baby chick to the beach with us.  Being the man of the relationship, I put my foot down and told her no!  I couldn’t be swayed or bribed.  I could however, string her along.  After all, I know what the day holds and she doesn’t.  After she had begged and pleaded and did everything short of crying (and we were safely 5-6 miles down the road) I made a deal with her.  She perked up at the thought of making a deal that surely would end up with a cute, little chicken.  I told her that if she were not completely satisfied at the end of the day, and that if I didn’t completely show her how much she was loved, I would do better than buy her a baby chicken…  I would buy her a Kitten!  She took the bait, and started plotting how to not have fun.  Emily had practically named her little furry beast, still with no clue that I was playing a devious little game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We made it to Barefoot Landing safe, sound, and without any furry hitchhikers.  We spend the day poking around the shops and just killing time.  I like to plan enough to not be bored, but I love a little spontaneity in my life as well.  The only sure things on my agenda were a game of Putt-Putt, a nice dinner, and a long, romantic walk on the beach.  So, we just set off in no particular direction.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After spending a good bit of the morning at Barefoot Landing, I suggested we go find a fun little mini-golf course.  If there is one thing in the world that Emily and I are both mega-competitive at, that is it.  We found a course and set out on our rivalry.  Emily has always given me a run for my money, but this time, I was slowly getting an edge.  It came down to the final holes, and I am almost ashamed to say that I pulled out a stunning victory!  Looking back, it is pretty sad that I whipped up on her the same day I proposed!  I guess that proves that she really does love me!  I humbly celebrated my win by letting her beat me at a few games of Skeeball.  OK, I am man enough to admit that she is better than me, and she won at Skeeball all on her own.  After a little fun in the Game room, we went back to Barefoot Landing for dinner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We both love steak.  If God blessed us with one thing, it is good appetites.  Emily loves the Filet Mignon and I am a Prime Rib kind of guy.  So, where else would we go for a nice, romantic dinner overlooking the harbor than T-Bones Steakhouse?  Somehow, Emily managed to turn the conversation to the topic of engagement.  I danced around the topic like a seasoned clogger and successfully kept the wool pulled over her eyes.  I have dodged some pretty close bullets before, but she was aiming hard.  I convinced her that I had to ask her dad before I would dare buy a ring, and she would definitely know if I had talked to him.  She agreed.  I went on to say that as soon as I found the perfect ring, I would have it on her finger.  “Hurry Up," she protested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Baby, I am as anxious as you are.  You know that as soon as I find the perfect ring that makes me go Wow, it will be on your finger.”   Of course, I found the humor in the conversation because I knew that right at that very minute, I had the ring in the pocket of my jeans.  I had found the perfect ring, and it was about to be on her finger!  Luckily, the conversation changed direction and we ate dinner in peace and we were evermore in love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After dinner, we went down the harbor to try to watch the sunset and to look at the boats.  I was trying to kill a little more time until it got dark.  After a little while, we decided it was about time to go home, so we would go down to the beach for a little stroll before we left.  After all, what is a trip to the beach without a long walk on the beach?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We were holding hands as we walked along the edge on the tide, reminiscing about our 2 1/2 years together.  I was trying to work up the nerve to ask her to marry me, but the words were stuck in my throat.  I kept trying to bring up about all of the special times we have shared together, and all of the wonderful memories that we have with each other.  After about 10 minutes or so, I had to start making a move.  Since I had the ring in my left pocket, I casually spun her around, pulled her close, and kissed her.  We danced a little, which we are prone to do at the oddest of times, for no particular reason.  When we started walking again, I made sure she was on my right side.  I nonchalantly reached into my pocket and slipped the ring onto my finger so I could prompt myself to go for it.  We walked for another minute or so while my heart proceeded to wreak havoc in my chest cavity.  I saw the lights of a hotel ahead of us that lit the area down by the water pretty well, so I thought that it would be a perfect place to stop, turn her around and make her day worthwhile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We made it to the designated spot; I turned, opened my mouth and quickly prepped my brain to produce the right words.  For what felt like an eternity, I stood there with my mouth open, ready to go, but nothing else was working.  Immediately, Emily thought something was wrong.  My body was reacting to the emotion that was being produced from one of the most stressful moments in my whole entire life.  I took a deep breath and began.  “Emily, you mean the world to me and I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”  So far, so good, I thought.  “I want tonight to be another memory that we share for the rest of our lives.”  I am not sure at this point if she was expecting good news or bad news, but either way, I had to cut to the chase.  I instinctively dropped down on one knee like I knew was customary and asked, “Emily, will you marry me?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I offered her the ring and for a brief second thought that I was going to have casualty on my hands.  She was very still and quiet for a moment and that petrified me.&lt;br /&gt;Was she trying to gracefully decline, or could she not breathe.  Either way, one of us was about to hit the ground.  Praise the Lord!  She took a deep breath and managed to whisper, “Put it on me” as she held out her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I did, and we held each other tight to savor the moment.  Much to my surprise, I had tears in my eyes.  She pulled back and looked at me.  “How did you do it?  I had no idea that you were going to do that!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We started walking towards my car that was parked about a half a mile away.  We talked about it all as we walked hand in hand.  I confessed that I was completely surprised that no one had slipped up and said too much.  We laughed about how close she was a couple of times during the day to finding out my plan.  We rehashed the conversation from dinner when I barely avoided her blind shots of when we would be getting engaged.  We found our exit from the sand, and as we walked across the parking lot to my car, the inevitable happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; John called, and as he sounded as though a war had kicked off and we were hours away from donning our parachutes and jumping into enemy territory.  “Charlie Company just got recalled and I think the whole Battalion is getting recalled soon.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Here’s the situation… I am 2 hours away from the base, I am currently breaking the rules by being gone, and in less than 2 hours, I may be late for a formation that could get me in some major trouble.  Turns out that someone had come up hot on a drug test, and that company was being pulled back in.  I told John that we were going to leave immediately and try to beat time back to Fort Bragg.  What a crummy time to have a recall.  I had one thing on my mind and that was getting home.  We got in the car, and as fast as I could drive (without exceeding the speed limit, of course) I pushed my little red Jetta up the road.  This was one of the best days of my life and I had no desire for it to come to an abrupt, sour end.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; During the ride home, Emily had the cell phone pinned to her ear.  That was OK for a little while because I was too worried about my current situation and focused on the road to mind.  I called John back when I was halfway home, and he told me to relax because nothing was happening at our Company.  For the first time in about an hour, I breathed.  Emily called EVERYONE!  I let her go on for a little while, but then felt like it was my turn for some attention.  I took her phone away and made her take a timeout.  I had one question for her that I already knew the answer to.  “Emily, are you completely satisfied with today?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As much as she would have liked to say no, she smiled at me and with a twinkle in her eyes said, “Yes, I am!”  We finally got back to Fayetteville, and since we didn’t get recalled, we went back to the Harper’s and wound down after a full and adventurous day.  Emily and I made a few more phone calls before we went to bed.  I went to bed happy because I was now engaged to marry the love of my life and didn’t have to worry about buying a kitten for a little while longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-7455546469844480306?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7455546469844480306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=7455546469844480306' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/7455546469844480306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/7455546469844480306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/04/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sd0Xq4PQMLI/AAAAAAAAAwE/0i-zHZxmw8U/s72-c/100_2613.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-1495584165799223841</id><published>2009-03-22T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T12:16:00.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Attack of Adorable baby items!</title><content type='html'>Alright, I am going to show some restraint but I had to share a few things that I found this morning on etsy.com. A-d-o-r-a-b-l-e! I can't wait to change Anna Grace's clothes ten times a day. I hope she likes all that mom is picking out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have held MUCH restraint when looking over the items but these are some items that I would love to have for Miss Priss. Like this onsie. I mean red high heels are a must, I am sure that Aunt Sammie and Cousin Elizabeth would want her to have red high heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/ScZhaaMzaKI/AAAAAAAAAvU/blNDUHrbNqw/s1600-h/il_430xN_32729721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 313px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/ScZhaaMzaKI/AAAAAAAAAvU/blNDUHrbNqw/s400/il_430xN_32729721.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316043516494964898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or these adorable shoes...I mean she is going to need shoes right? Who cares if she won't be walking for awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/ScZhsVRed8I/AAAAAAAAAvc/hT2niwwi3kw/s1600-h/il_430xN_59935544.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/ScZhsVRed8I/AAAAAAAAAvc/hT2niwwi3kw/s400/il_430xN_59935544.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316043824410032066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I am going to have to buy one of these. I had bows from the moment I came into this world and so will AG. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/ScZh720J6GI/AAAAAAAAAvk/Wx_WoqNRiQQ/s1600-h/il_430xN_61665408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 383px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/ScZh720J6GI/AAAAAAAAAvk/Wx_WoqNRiQQ/s400/il_430xN_61665408.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316044091111893090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are few items I picked out that her Daddy would love to see her wear. Maybe these bows during All American Week at Fort Bragg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/ScZj84w3L4I/AAAAAAAAAv8/iuj0QLcwypc/s1600-h/il_430xN_41261987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/ScZj84w3L4I/AAAAAAAAAv8/iuj0QLcwypc/s400/il_430xN_41261987.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316046307838078850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or these during the 4th of July at the lake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/ScZjhdacVnI/AAAAAAAAAv0/uUQ2cSWruhk/s1600-h/il_430xN_48833705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/ScZjhdacVnI/AAAAAAAAAv0/uUQ2cSWruhk/s400/il_430xN_48833705.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316045836639819378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, she will be the cutest around- pray I don't go nuts. :0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-1495584165799223841?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1495584165799223841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=1495584165799223841' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1495584165799223841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1495584165799223841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/attack-of-adorable-baby-items.html' title='Attack of Adorable baby items!'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/ScZhaaMzaKI/AAAAAAAAAvU/blNDUHrbNqw/s72-c/il_430xN_32729721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-3604808998733228869</id><published>2009-03-21T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:11:44.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/ScWCMAHhkeI/AAAAAAAAAvM/rJK8J8Ax-00/s1600-h/AdamEmily.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/ScWCMAHhkeI/AAAAAAAAAvM/rJK8J8Ax-00/s400/AdamEmily.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315798077882339810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days have been an interesting struggle. I have faced fears that I didn't think I would have to face, stayed in the hospital for the first time in my 26 years, and been the most scared I have ever been in 26 years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about how blessed I have been and wanted to share those with you. I also will be using this blog now for Anna Grace too. One day, she will want to know what her Mama did for 6 to 8 weeks before she arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the most wonderful husband in the world. I knew early on in my life that he was wonderful. Now, 9 years later, I am forever greatful for him. Right now, he is in the kitchen making me brownies. He has always loved my endlessly and I am very aware and thankful for that. If you don't know him personally I hope you meet him one day...you won't be the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family- from the food to the countless deeds they have done, I am forever thankful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Grace- Sweet one you have blessed your mama and daddy beyond belief. You never cease to amaaze us. We can't wait to hold you, touch your sweet face, and put you in all the cute clothes you already have. We pray for you always and can't wait for you to officially be here. Although you can wait another 80 days or so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for my savior. He has walked with us through this journey and I refuse to believe that He doesn't have a plan for our little family. He has blessed us with an amazing doctor who prays over us like we are his family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few random things this pregnant girl is thankful for: dvr, brownies, dr. pepper (even thought I haven't drank a lot!), my Pepper J, sleep, Facebook, blogs, and the internet. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will think tonight about what you are thankful for, I promise it will help heal hurt and make you eager for the next day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-3604808998733228869?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3604808998733228869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=3604808998733228869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/3604808998733228869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/3604808998733228869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/ScWCMAHhkeI/AAAAAAAAAvM/rJK8J8Ax-00/s72-c/AdamEmily.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-7201135178017777894</id><published>2009-03-19T14:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T14:44:25.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home sweet home</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update to let you know we are home. We appreciate your prayers more than you know. Our goal for today is to keep Miss Priss settled and in Mom until 34 weeks. Which is...7 weeks away. Dr. Greig thinks if I can go this far, then we can make it further. He has been such a God send for us. He prayed over me and AG before we got to the hospital and was so excited when things went great on Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see me I do look different. My giant pool has been taken away and Anna Grace has made it clear that she misses it! I guess we will be taking swimming lessons at an early age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is doing great. Please continue to pray for her swelling that is staying stable. We know that the Lord has huge plans for us as a family. Pray that we continue to hold tight to that in the coming weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be seeing Dr. Greig tomorrow (Friday). We will update again after that appointment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-7201135178017777894?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/7201135178017777894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=7201135178017777894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/7201135178017777894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/7201135178017777894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home sweet home'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-3533872951972596483</id><published>2009-03-17T19:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T19:32:56.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update and Prayers</title><content type='html'>Some of you may know that I have been in the hospital since Monday afternoon. I have been having contractions because of extra fluid and this was putting me into pre-term labor. This morning, Dr Greig drew a liter and half of amniotic fluid out of my uterus. Don't worry, I didn't feel a thing. Adam was able to stay with me during the procedure and I have slept a lot today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My contractions have stopped. In preparation for AG, I have gotten a round of steriod shots to mature the baby's lungs. This will last about 2 week at which point I will be 29 weeks. Our first goal is 34 weeks and after that Dr. Greig feels like we can make it until 38 weeks. I will be on bedrest for the remainder of my pregnancy... possibly working part time and from home. I will remain the hospital until at least Wednesday afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please prayer that AG will continue to thrive and grow.  Also, that I will do exactly what I need to and that the Lord will fully heal AG. We are optimistic and continue to follow the prescriptions of our doctor (who we love, by the way!). Please pray for him as well. His name is Dr. Greig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-3533872951972596483?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3533872951972596483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=3533872951972596483' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/3533872951972596483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/3533872951972596483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/update-and-prayers.html' title='Update and Prayers'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-6286493075303241549</id><published>2009-03-11T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:57:42.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggie discipline</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SbfBgOLUJXI/AAAAAAAAAvE/jawHdOtehuM/s1600-h/DSC05433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SbfBgOLUJXI/AAAAAAAAAvE/jawHdOtehuM/s400/DSC05433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311927044812318066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and I always wanted a puppy. When we first got married we decided to wait until we moved back to Greenville. Then it became we can't have animals while we rent. Last summer when I got sick, we decided to pursue getting a puppy because the doctors wanted us to wait to have a little one. Basically because my body was tired and I still had a Chron's flare up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought Pepper home in August. Not only was my body tired but the doctors had told us it could take awhile to get prego. Well what  do they know. My mom had told us, you are going to get the dog, and watch you will get pregnant. I didn't believe her because I wanted a baby desperately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and I jumped into training P to do all sorts of tricks. She had social times with Sadie, my parents dog, and was adjusting well. Now, months later, she is STILL a puppy. I love her dearly but can't help but think, her life is about to be turned upside down with AG. We talk about AG alot and tell Pepper that she is going to have a dear new friend shortly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as I look at my precious pup, she is racked out on the couch from her 6am walk with her Daddy. We are hpoing this will help her with energy issues. We are also going to buy a baby doll soon to walk around with and put in the crib. So far, so good, she has shown NO interest in the crib, swing, pack and play or high chair, just the packing materials they all come in!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-6286493075303241549?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6286493075303241549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=6286493075303241549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/6286493075303241549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/6286493075303241549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/doggie-discipline.html' title='Doggie discipline'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SbfBgOLUJXI/AAAAAAAAAvE/jawHdOtehuM/s72-c/DSC05433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-1921190234898861442</id><published>2009-03-07T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:02:59.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doc and Nursery update</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday, we had our appointment with Dr. Greig. All is still basically the same with the swelling but Dr. Greig is very encouraging and hopeful with the process. AG is growing perfectly and handling the extra swelling just fine. Mom still has some extra fluid but my body is handling that just fine as well. We will continue to see Dr. Greig weekly as a precaution. Please continue to pray for complete healing. I have a deep peace that God is doing something amazing and I have to hold on to that. We are praying Eph. 3: 20 over our family. We are looking for bigger blessings! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Mimi and I fixed up the nursery. We are not done yet but we got a great start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our growing family...Pepper just had to be in the picture. Please excuse the PJ's. I am exhausted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SbMm4iz1kwI/AAAAAAAAAu0/JJ_wNFMtzes/s1600-h/DSC06304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SbMm4iz1kwI/AAAAAAAAAu0/JJ_wNFMtzes/s400/DSC06304.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310631138458702594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama and Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SbMmlqqYGtI/AAAAAAAAAus/hLR9VLHXsgs/s1600-h/DSC06305.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SbMmlqqYGtI/AAAAAAAAAus/hLR9VLHXsgs/s400/DSC06305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310630814148991698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SbMnHdLJ-zI/AAAAAAAAAu8/jTJiBV64zgE/s1600-h/DSC06306.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SbMnHdLJ-zI/AAAAAAAAAu8/jTJiBV64zgE/s400/DSC06306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310631394643934002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-1921190234898861442?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1921190234898861442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=1921190234898861442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1921190234898861442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1921190234898861442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/doc-and-nursery-update.html' title='Doc and Nursery update'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SbMm4iz1kwI/AAAAAAAAAu0/JJ_wNFMtzes/s72-c/DSC06304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-5373821195408909264</id><published>2009-03-05T17:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T17:48:09.179-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update coming later...but here is a smile from AG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SbBWnF2l5hI/AAAAAAAAAuE/N54hEK879wU/s1600-h/BABY+3-5-09_11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SbBWnF2l5hI/AAAAAAAAAuE/N54hEK879wU/s200/BABY+3-5-09_11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309839190255855122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-5373821195408909264?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5373821195408909264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=5373821195408909264' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/5373821195408909264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/5373821195408909264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/update-coming-laterbut-here-is-smile.html' title='Update coming later...but here is a smile from AG!'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SbBWnF2l5hI/AAAAAAAAAuE/N54hEK879wU/s72-c/BABY+3-5-09_11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-4996495390077712817</id><published>2009-03-04T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T09:55:43.727-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow day 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sa6UWsSaRNI/AAAAAAAAAt8/fOOqiDFioQ4/s1600-h/DSC06299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sa6UWsSaRNI/AAAAAAAAAt8/fOOqiDFioQ4/s200/DSC06299.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309344128282805458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love snow days! When I was younger we would sit up at night and wait for the "snow" that would be coming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One histerical memory was from probably around 1992. We all loaded up and went to my Aunt Barbara's to wait for the snow that was supposed to start around 11pm or midnight. Everyone was wrapped up in the pj's with dreams of sledding and snow cream. So, when the 11pm weather came on we were speechless. Jack Roper (news channel 7) says, "folks, the snow appears to be disappaiting before it hits the ground." Do you know what that does to a 10 year old? I can remember being angry with him for years. Not only did my parents let a 10 year old stay up way past her bed time but now I had to go to school the next day because the snow was not real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it began falling Sunday night, Adam and I were thrilled. First thing Monday we got up and put on anything warm we could and took Pepper and AG out in the snow. The picture above was taken right before Adam hit his daughter with her first snow ball. Good thing she was tucked away in Mom's belly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few updates on AG. She is still moving like a maniac. She loves music more and more each day. Has began to move positions if her Daddy is talking to her. She HATES when he blows on my stomach. I can feel her tighten up and squirm to get away from the vibrations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday, we have a doctors appointment with Dr. Greig. Of course, we are always nervous with these because each one has brought about new concerns. But I am confident in my God. He has a plan. Please be praying for us as we seek direction and pray for healing for our sweet Anna Grace. I will be updating with new info from the appointment as soon as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-4996495390077712817?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4996495390077712817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=4996495390077712817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/4996495390077712817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/4996495390077712817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/03/snow-day-2009.html' title='Snow day 2009'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Sa6UWsSaRNI/AAAAAAAAAt8/fOOqiDFioQ4/s72-c/DSC06299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-583503092429249069</id><published>2009-02-18T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:07:35.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Radio City Music Hall bound!</title><content type='html'>I won't begin to act like I don't want Anna Grace to take dance lessons one day. In fact, the day we found out we were having a girl Adam proudly proclaimed that she would know how to shuffle step before her first class. I even more proud exclaimed, yes she will because her Mama can teach her how! In fact, I know where I want her to take dance lessons, Southern Dance Academy, where I took as a little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lately I have began to wonder if we might have a rockette on our hands. So, tonight while laying in the recliner with Pepper catching up on some DVR, I tried a little experiment. I can always tell where she is laying in my belly so I put the remote right on top of my belly and watched. She didn't kick it off completely yet but I was quite impressed that one of her lighter kicks shook it pretty good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 23 weeks today so I can't imagine what these kicks will feel like in a month much less by June. Adam can feel her roll around now and feel all of her kicks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have another check up on Friday at the OB and then Monday we meet with our specialist. Of course, we are excited that we get to see her on Monday and double check that she is Anna Grace and not Caleb! Although Caleb Simmons, my sister's boyfriend, is not ashamed to say if this baby was a boy, he would be tickled pink, ha! &lt;br /&gt;I on the other hand don't know how I would deal. I have fallen in love with this precious little girl. Don't get my wrong I would love the baby if it was a chimp as Adam's dad would say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, enough rambling. I am off to eat a warm delight, curl up with my 14 pillows I sleep with, and watch a little more TV, until I have to get up to use the bathroom of course!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-583503092429249069?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/583503092429249069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=583503092429249069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/583503092429249069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/583503092429249069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/02/radio-city-music-hall-bound.html' title='Radio City Music Hall bound!'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-2797565395255698421</id><published>2009-02-02T18:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T18:23:09.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Not Me" Monday</title><content type='html'>In honor of feeling encouraged by other blogs I thought I would share my "not me!" Monday moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not wake up at 6am to a scratching in the wall. This did not confirm our fears that we might have a critter in the wall. In fact, I did not see him/her scurry underneath the bushes when I arrived home the other night. Praise God I was still in the car when he scurried by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not get up to pee 5 times before 6am. Thus, leaving the 6am potty break very interesting. As I did not wake up Adam to make sure that nothing furry would scurry beneath Pregnant girls feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not begin nesting today at work. Yes, I did not begin organizing other peoples areas while they were standing there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not get excited about eating in the dining hall. I did not have a hamburger and fries for lunch. Nor did I enjoy a Dr. Pepper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not talk to Anna Grace all morning about how to plan events for NGU. I did not speak out loud to her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed my joyous moments of the day! I would love to hear about your Not Me! Mondays!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-2797565395255698421?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2797565395255698421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=2797565395255698421' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/2797565395255698421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/2797565395255698421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/02/not-me-monday.html' title='&quot;Not Me&quot; Monday'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-5320566994036093771</id><published>2009-01-30T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T15:51:29.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna Grace</title><content type='html'>Adam and I would like to introduce you to our little girl. Anna Grace Burgess.We become strong family very quickly Wednesday. Most of you know about that day and what we went through. But our God began healing her instantly and I won't believe any other finding. Please continue to pray for AG. She has lymphangioma. Please know she is growing perfectly. Her heart, brain, etc are perfect. Her sweet face is perfect and she is beautiful. Pray specifically for her left side where the main cyst is. Right now we don't have a lot of details but are praying that Christ continues to heal her and she won't have to have surgery ever, at all for these places. We will see our specialist, Dr. Grieg on February 23rd and then go see the pediatric surgeon right after. SHe is active and having a ball as the Lord is making her wonderful. Below is my 20 week picture. Below are many pics of her loot that she has recieved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Daddy, Pop (my daddy) and Mimi (my mom), Aunt Sammie, Anut Barbara, Cousin Blair, and mama for my gifts!&lt;br /&gt;Its crazy that she already has a vitage bib, sweet hats, and pampers from Pop. Yes, Pop bought her the very first 100 pack of pampers and wipes. He is sooo excited to teach her how to drive a tractor and scout for deer. I will teach her not to spray her hair like Mama did before Pop took me hunting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SYNl_3Np11I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/uxaim1CKkzE/s1600-h/DSC06193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SYNl_3Np11I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/uxaim1CKkzE/s200/DSC06193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297189734545217362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SYNlvKc-fdI/AAAAAAAAAtI/YP13CjMmrXI/s1600-h/DSC06192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SYNlvKc-fdI/AAAAAAAAAtI/YP13CjMmrXI/s200/DSC06192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297189447651982802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SYNlfitb-xI/AAAAAAAAAtA/oQej0D67QTo/s1600-h/DSC06191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SYNji7-2xYI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/ryjek5fk2lo/s200/DSC06185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297187038585865602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SYNjRpI9h0I/AAAAAAAAAsI/bHKNQwV5jiU/s1600-h/DSC06184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SYNjRpI9h0I/AAAAAAAAAsI/bHKNQwV5jiU/s320/DSC06184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297186741470201666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SYNjCR91wyI/AAAAAAAAAsA/qL_k-CEhSsw/s1600-h/DSC06183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SYNjCR91wyI/AAAAAAAAAsA/qL_k-CEhSsw/s320/DSC06183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297186477551502114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-5320566994036093771?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5320566994036093771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=5320566994036093771' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/5320566994036093771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/5320566994036093771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/anna-grace.html' title='Anna Grace'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SYNl_3Np11I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/uxaim1CKkzE/s72-c/DSC06193.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-8662075165662455943</id><published>2009-01-22T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T09:40:57.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Show us your life</title><content type='html'>I have been following Kelly's Korner for awhile now and I thought I would join in her Show us Your Life Fridays! I am sure I will miss a few but either way! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week its your favorite places to shop! Oh how my heart loves this! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love J Crew. Especially when they have deals. Cardigans are my favorites as well. I have a ton and lots of colors. Layering is so big now and it just works for me. If you live around here the JCrew outlet in Gaffney has incredible deals. My sister, Sally Ann and I have such a great time there together. If you need classic pieces you should check it out. Remember to look for sales! This is why the Outlets are so amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Anna Grace we do alot of shopping at Baby Gap. They also have great classic pieces. She wears alot of leggings and they have the best ones. Also these clothes wash and wear well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am definitely a coupon Mom and research deals through Southern Savers. She has a wonderful set up and really does all the hard work for you. She has a blog and also Twitters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, Forever 21. I don't shop her too often but when I do I find such great deals. There is not a store really close to here so I do a lot of this online. I don't like to spend a lot on jewelry but like to wear it and they have great deals! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoyed my shopping life! If you ever need a JCREW shopping friend my best Accessory (AG) and I would love to go with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-8662075165662455943?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8662075165662455943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=8662075165662455943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8662075165662455943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8662075165662455943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/show-us-your-life.html' title='Show us your life'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-3698980740331697601</id><published>2009-01-14T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T21:12:58.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby B firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SW6au0AJZUI/AAAAAAAAAq8/cfPg4ZIr_1w/s1600-h/Adam+Emily+Christmas+2008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SW6au0AJZUI/AAAAAAAAAq8/cfPg4ZIr_1w/s320/Adam+Emily+Christmas+2008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291336741230830914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a few weeks now, I have been able to feel Baby B move and play. Its been such a joy but I wish that I could share it with Adam. Well tonight, we were sitting on the coach and I finally felt movement with my hand on my stomach. So, I called Adam over and he sat patiently waiting. I could feel all kinds of movement but nothing from the outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then all of the sudden....one big ole' kick. Adam jumped and grinned so big. It was such a special moment and we were so excited. I am sure that these moments will continue as Baby B and I grow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is from Christmas. One last family Christmas picture with just Adam and myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby B we can't wait to take TONS of pictures of you next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-3698980740331697601?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3698980740331697601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=3698980740331697601' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/3698980740331697601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/3698980740331697601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-b-firsts.html' title='Baby B firsts'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SW6au0AJZUI/AAAAAAAAAq8/cfPg4ZIr_1w/s72-c/Adam+Emily+Christmas+2008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-5006979000715459444</id><published>2008-12-07T17:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T17:37:46.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Past 6 months</title><content type='html'>I have heard so many people say don't write about the chaos when you are going through it. WAIT. Let it settle its self out and then decide what to share. I will start with May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May- Adam and I had been planning to start a family when he was almost done with school. We had decided on September to start trying and then moved it on up to June. (hope this isn't too much info) Well at the end of May I began to feel quesy alot and just sick all the time. Not prego sick. Something is wrong sick. I was not able to work some days for the pain and constant potty times. Fast foward to June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June: I would have ok days, so we decided to def. go to the beach with my family and enjoy our vacation. I was sick for the entire time. I had been to the doctor and they thought severe constipation/maybe my gall baldder. I barely survived the beach. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July: I was now seeing a specialist, loosing weight, and sick all the time. July 11th I had an endoscopy, to check on my gall bladder. I got the all clear you are fine we will check you in a few weeks card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 21st- Had another procedure...use your imagination. I had lost 15 or so pounds and was anemic. I was diagnosed with Chron's disease and told to put off the baby making machine. Adam and I prayed and thought alot about going back on birth control and opted not too. I was devasted. I didn't know if I would ever have a child. My body had been through torment. I begain taking LOTS of meds and trying to heal my body. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September: A complete blur. I began to feel great with in two weeks of beginning meds. I wanted to go everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 3rdish- First time I thought I might be pregnant. But we all no we tend to think that a lot and didn't want to waste money on a pregnancy test. Mean while, my Daddy is continuing to get worse. He can't walk long distances and no one can seen to find out whats wrong with him either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 14th: Found out we were in fact pregnant. Adam came home from a LONG day of school and I just blurt it out. We take 5 more pregnancy tests. I am reserching how often they can be wrong because I am about to burst with excitement. Pregnancy is confirmed with Dr. visit and the gastro Doc says I am a picture of health for what I have just been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November: Daddy goes to see our family doctor. They do some tests and can't find a heartbeat in either feet. He is sent to a specialist and things sped up from there. November 11- He has major surgery to create a new artery in/around his stomach. He had no blood flow to his legs before. Therefore he couldn't walk but a few feet without major pain. Of course the day of surgery was a major affair for the family. It was 5 hours long. During surgery- the doctor found another blockage in his kidney. By the end of the day, we were all drained and so happy to at least see Daddy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note- funny story. Daddy had an epidural. So, when I entered the heart ICU to see him. He exclaims- "emily I had a baby too!" Well Daddy I had not had may baby yet and you well whatever you think happened, happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a month later. Daddy can walk 8 miles a day with no pain. He is no longer smoking and has no desire too. The doctor told him and mom the next step with the blocked artery was death. Had his doctor not found this, only the Lord knows how long we would have had him with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you all this so you can see how thankful and blessed our entire family is this Christmas season. Being together has never been better. I have never felt better and more excited-eventhough I really feel awful some days- I can't wait to teach this baby of Christ's love,  our family love, and how to make each day count. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is bigger than the results of a test, bigger than Chron's disease, and HE has blessed me greatly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-5006979000715459444?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5006979000715459444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=5006979000715459444' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/5006979000715459444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/5006979000715459444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/past-6-months.html' title='Past 6 months'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-4483613136053773875</id><published>2008-12-04T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:50:26.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A blessed little girl</title><content type='html'>I have a HUGE blog to write about the past 6 months and what the Lord has done for myself, my family, and others. But right this moment I am busy. :) Busy with morning sickness, work, and getting ready for Adam's graduation but I promise very shortly will I let you know about the work that God has been doing in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now- enjoy the first glimpes of our Precious little Blessing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/STftGNcTCUI/AAAAAAAAAqg/yE_18ez-frY/s1600-h/BABY1_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/STftGNcTCUI/AAAAAAAAAqg/yE_18ez-frY/s320/BABY1_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275946179431172418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waving hi in the picture.My Mom and Dad were so happy to see me. All Daddy could say was "oh wow"- "no way"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/STftUJybivI/AAAAAAAAAqo/idx2fpO0HJQ/s1600-h/BABY1_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/STftUJybivI/AAAAAAAAAqo/idx2fpO0HJQ/s320/BABY1_3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275946418968431346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-4483613136053773875?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4483613136053773875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=4483613136053773875' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/4483613136053773875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/4483613136053773875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/12/blessed-little-girl.html' title='A blessed little girl'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/STftGNcTCUI/AAAAAAAAAqg/yE_18ez-frY/s72-c/BABY1_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-3418401323359305538</id><published>2008-10-01T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T13:10:45.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first Halloween</title><content type='html'>Pepper and I had a discussion this morning about Halloween and how we would be Trick or Treating in Gaffney that evening. I will be sure to explain to her that Daddy and I will share candy with her. Please help us decide what Pepper should be for Halloween. Below are a few she is interested in wearing that night. She seems to be partial to the cow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast your vote in the Pepper Jill 2008 Halloween Costume Election!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could she dance her away across the stage in this precious pink tutu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SOOtgOeTLWI/AAAAAAAAAiA/CcPuBjIBaI8/s1600-h/ballet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SOOtgOeTLWI/AAAAAAAAAiA/CcPuBjIBaI8/s320/ballet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252232359596731746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama loves brown cows and she loves her Pepper. How about the How Now Brown Cow costume?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SOOtdWwPWMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/emLDQVtnA1E/s1600-h/How+now+brown+cow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SOOtdWwPWMI/AAAAAAAAAh4/emLDQVtnA1E/s320/How+now+brown+cow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252232310279854274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She could also be a Pumpkin from Grandpa's pumpkin patch in Gaffney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SOOtXToKkEI/AAAAAAAAAhw/_M7AM6PT-bk/s1600-h/Pumpkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SOOtXToKkEI/AAAAAAAAAhw/_M7AM6PT-bk/s320/Pumpkin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252232206361464898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrr... could she be a salty dog in this pirate costume?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SOOtTkUw3nI/AAAAAAAAAho/TeeYmpFYWr4/s1600-h/Pirate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SOOtTkUw3nI/AAAAAAAAAho/TeeYmpFYWr4/s320/Pirate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252232142124015218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voting officially starts now! Pictures from Halloween will be sure to follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-3418401323359305538?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3418401323359305538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=3418401323359305538' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/3418401323359305538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/3418401323359305538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/10/our-first-halloween.html' title='Our first Halloween'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SOOtgOeTLWI/AAAAAAAAAiA/CcPuBjIBaI8/s72-c/ballet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-5127657062691416739</id><published>2008-09-26T19:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T19:21:50.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I have been up to-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SN1r9u_XbuI/AAAAAAAAAhI/kqPt2gcKIEY/s1600-h/DSC05780.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SN1r9u_XbuI/AAAAAAAAAhI/kqPt2gcKIEY/s320/DSC05780.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250471448913866466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepper Jill got her bath today. She wasn't exactly happy about it but we suffered through. She is sitting, almost laying down, and will run and hide from you if she even thinks she is in trouble. Oh yeah- she loves candy corn too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SN1rmkovtuI/AAAAAAAAAhA/U17-1JnSqHY/s1600-h/DSC05751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SN1rmkovtuI/AAAAAAAAAhA/U17-1JnSqHY/s320/DSC05751.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250471050997642978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love fall and I love decorating! I was given this arrangement by Aunt Gail and the pilgrams were also a gift from my mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SN1uD96HoJI/AAAAAAAAAhg/6112iwnhw70/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC05750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SN1uD96HoJI/AAAAAAAAAhg/6112iwnhw70/s320/Copy+of+DSC05750.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250473755020861586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I did this arrangement last year. I love it because it works until Christmas and adds some height to my kitchen table. I couldn't resist the turkeys. I am the one on the left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SN1qjLxaNTI/AAAAAAAAAgo/A6NR9qGuz48/s1600-h/DSC05749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SN1qjLxaNTI/AAAAAAAAAgo/A6NR9qGuz48/s320/DSC05749.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250469893271860530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this idea on a website that I love. It showcases candy corn as a centerpiece or arrangement-love this idea. I am not crazy about this particular candle but I love the idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SN1sPWsp1PI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/X_nTXlFpFhE/s1600-h/DSC05785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SN1sPWsp1PI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/X_nTXlFpFhE/s320/DSC05785.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250471751630574834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought my first purchase of etsy.com. Really easy with handmade precious things. I bought these booties for my future child. Don't judge me. I had to have them. They were precious. If I don't have a girl I promise I will NOT put my son in them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are heading to Clemson tomorrow for the game. Sally Ann is already there and Caleb is dressing out again so I am pumped for some a fun day. Hopefully the Tigers will win and the rain will hold off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-5127657062691416739?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5127657062691416739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=5127657062691416739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/5127657062691416739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/5127657062691416739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-i-have-been-up-to.html' title='What I have been up to-'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SN1r9u_XbuI/AAAAAAAAAhI/kqPt2gcKIEY/s72-c/DSC05780.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-5010123561753510511</id><published>2008-09-22T12:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:10:17.929-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crock pot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfFPQjYDxI/AAAAAAAAAfc/oDXHCPqxaWc/s1600-h/Crock%2520Pot%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfFPQjYDxI/AAAAAAAAAfc/oDXHCPqxaWc/s320/Crock%2520Pot%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248880756655656722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this amazing blog today and just had to share. Some of these recipes are a little out there but I love saving time and having a delicous dinner. So check out www.crockpot365.blogspot.com to see what this lady has done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has made over 200 dinners using her crock pot for a year straight! Let me know what you decide to make and how it turns out. I think you will find her recipes easy and very informative.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-5010123561753510511?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5010123561753510511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=5010123561753510511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/5010123561753510511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/5010123561753510511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/09/crock-pot.html' title='Crock pot'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfFPQjYDxI/AAAAAAAAAfc/oDXHCPqxaWc/s72-c/Crock%2520Pot%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-8535931718246269786</id><published>2008-09-21T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T21:38:25.374-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>I love this time of year. From leaves to pumpkins to candy corn. This is my time. Adam and I were talking tonight about life and the drains of ministry. I feel so blessed that the Lord fuels me each week to continue on this road. Changes are inevitable but even when I am sick and tired of loving on little ones He is there to make sure I don't screw up. I want to use this fall to grow and learn. Let all the bad fall off soak up a new happy time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this fall when the leaves are changing and falling off I am praying that the old, sick parts of me will fall off and the Lord can be preparing the new happy excited me ready for the new changes and new blossoms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-8535931718246269786?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8535931718246269786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=8535931718246269786' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8535931718246269786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8535931718246269786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-2254450708546940561</id><published>2008-09-09T19:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:58:45.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SMcNcYJAbwI/AAAAAAAAAfU/umPMZCNBal4/s1600-h/DSC05674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SMcNcYJAbwI/AAAAAAAAAfU/umPMZCNBal4/s320/DSC05674.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244175072263958274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SMcLCA9hOmI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wPLOM1GIv8g/s1600-h/DSC05663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SMcLCA9hOmI/AAAAAAAAAfM/wPLOM1GIv8g/s320/DSC05663.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244172420341906018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SMcJ4lJb1bI/AAAAAAAAAfE/4_yYVbucsIQ/s1600-h/DSC05647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SMcJ4lJb1bI/AAAAAAAAAfE/4_yYVbucsIQ/s320/DSC05647.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244171158745241010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been meaning to catch my blogging world up on my sister and her first boyfriend. Caleb and Sally Ann have been officially dating for 2 months. sigh. He asked her out at my grandparents house really late one night. Which is where Adam kissed me the first time. sigh again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb is my pastor's son and is a Sophomore at Clemson where he plays on the football team. sigh. We can't get away from cute Clemson boys. I never dated a Carolina guy. Ever. Her first boyfriend...is a Clemson football player. The Lord has such a since of humor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, Mom, Sally and I went to the Clemson/Citadel game and with 2 minutes left Caleb played in his first collegiate football game. You would have thought he had thrown the winning pass in the superbowl the way we were carrying on. It was so amazing to watch. I know how hard he worked all year and this summer to get where he is now. It reminded of how hard our walk with Christ can be but how rewarding everything will be in the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I look at Sally and Caleb as having a new start, a new found joy in each other. Caleb is a reminder of hard work and the pay off and I am blessed to have been there to be a part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-2254450708546940561?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2254450708546940561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=2254450708546940561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/2254450708546940561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/2254450708546940561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/09/sweet.html' title='sweet'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SMcNcYJAbwI/AAAAAAAAAfU/umPMZCNBal4/s72-c/DSC05674.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-759620244649557887</id><published>2008-09-09T19:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:35:25.498-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pepper Jill Burgess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SMcH0hC5TdI/AAAAAAAAAe8/w9ZDEpRW4VM/s1600-h/DSC05433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SMcH0hC5TdI/AAAAAAAAAe8/w9ZDEpRW4VM/s320/DSC05433.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244168889901338066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SMcG195kcgI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ozqWYGad6fo/s1600-h/DSC05472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SMcG195kcgI/AAAAAAAAAe0/ozqWYGad6fo/s320/DSC05472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244167815315091970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our newest addition, Pepper, a miniature dachshund. Adam and I got her 5 weeks ago and she has kept us hopping since. We absolutely love her. She will be 11 weeks old on Thursday and can sit and almost has figured out lay down. Adam is determined to have her do all sorts of tricks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-759620244649557887?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/759620244649557887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=759620244649557887' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/759620244649557887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/759620244649557887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/09/pepper-jill-burgess.html' title='Pepper Jill Burgess'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SMcH0hC5TdI/AAAAAAAAAe8/w9ZDEpRW4VM/s72-c/DSC05433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-4257164081567865292</id><published>2008-08-02T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T09:26:52.502-04:00</updated><title type='text'>jumping july</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SJRdQ92xgII/AAAAAAAAAes/xw95p5PaxKk/s1600-h/topgun_sm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SJRdQ92xgII/AAAAAAAAAes/xw95p5PaxKk/s320/topgun_sm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229907613347577986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole month of July has been full of firsts. It started out with my continued unknown disease (that is still unknown). This kept me rom eating yummy BBQ on the 4th of July and from skiing, tubing, or anything else because basically my stomach hated me. I ended up having an endoscopy on July 11. Sally Ann came home from the procedure with Adam and I because I do not do well after being put to sleep and Adam had grad school that Friday night. The next morning Sally, Caleb (her Boyfriend-that I need to blog about in another post) and I were going to Gaffney for the weekend and Adam was heading to Nashville for a conference. Ok a little background about my house. Its old, we are renting, and if you lock the door when leaving and their is someone in there without keys, they are locked in. :) Well Adam locked Sally Ann and I in. Thankfully when Caleb arrived he could get in my house, unlock the door, and free us. That was a first. Who can actually say they had been locked in their house? I would love to hear about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok the reason for the rollercoaster picture. Yesterday we took some of our youth to Carowinds. Korrina is a foreign exchange student from Germany and she has been her about a week. She came with us, so excited to ride some rides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we are standing in line for our first ride. Korrina began to complain about being hungry and dizzy so Adam and I decided to have one of the students who was not riding the ride come get her and get her some food. Well within minutes she said black- and buckled in my arms. So, here we are with a child who speaks little English, on the ground, and she was unresponsive. Next thing I know I am in the front seat of an ambulance praying that this child will be fine and riding to Pineville Medical in Charlotte. Come to find out she was too embarrassed to let her host family know she was hungry and had not eaten since 4pm on Thursday. She kept crying when the paramedics would ask her questions because I was not with her anymore and she didn't understand. Thankfully once we were at the hospital I didn't have to leave her side which was only because God allowed it. After fluids, some gatorade, and a turkey sandwhich she was fine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her host family came to Charlotte to take her home and Adam and I went back to Carowinds to get the rest of the youth and our extra chaperone who almost didn't come. Thank you Lord for looking out for us. Personally I am glad its August. I am back at a somewhat healthy weight, I can eat, and Korrina and I are going to eat a big meal soon together and maybe go back to Carowinds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-4257164081567865292?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4257164081567865292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=4257164081567865292' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/4257164081567865292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/4257164081567865292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/08/jumping-july.html' title='jumping july'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SJRdQ92xgII/AAAAAAAAAes/xw95p5PaxKk/s72-c/topgun_sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-919784919898154630</id><published>2008-07-27T21:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T21:41:53.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is a smart squirrel?</title><content type='html'>Top 10 best things about a youth trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Staying in a dorm room at 25 years old. Not as much fun as 18 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Sleeping on a church bus with teenagers who do not want to sleep...ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Your Pastor buying ear plugs for the worship hour. (The band was extra loud.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Answering the same childs question every day twice. "Do we need our Bible?" "What time is worship?" This could be a form of birth control for some couples. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Seeing Mobile through the eyes of a teen. Teens who are craving to love, minister, and be a part of Christ's love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- Watching Christ work, love, and heal. Writing His song for their life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- Having teenage boys claim that a random pair of underwear is "not mine". Well it has to be someones. Apparently it grew legs and walked over from another room. (Adam has more details about this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8- Having a new youth grow and become a part of the youth group. Which is wear my title is from. He is such a smart squirrel. Who knew he could even talk before this trip. Now he can't shut up and I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- Being stuck in Atlanta traffic during a 9 hour car ride with out AIR!! This seems to happen on every trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- Being at home in your bed with your husband. Best thing ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-919784919898154630?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/919784919898154630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=919784919898154630' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/919784919898154630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/919784919898154630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/07/who-is-smart-squirrel.html' title='Who is a smart squirrel?'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-5559111762012082117</id><published>2008-07-20T20:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:40:49.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mobile or Bust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SIPZ3cd5cJI/AAAAAAAAAeM/41_69ksuJ-4/s1600-h/103_0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SIPZ3cd5cJI/AAAAAAAAAeM/41_69ksuJ-4/s320/103_0420.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225259539237531794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning at 5:30 am our students are leaving for Mobile, AL. There are 10 youth and 5 adults going and we are pumped. Please be praying for us as we travel, learn, and work. I have been very sick for a little over a month now and actually I am getting to go to camp. Pray that I maintain my energy, weight, and strength while gone. Adam and I both feel that I will be fine but we want to be proactive in keeping me healthy while we are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the Lord preparing our group for a fabulous time of growth. I love camp and being with our students. I love watching the struggle. I know that sounds mean but I do love watching the Lord work. Its a beautiful song when you can watch a person be broken before your eyes. Mainly because you can relate to that moment. Christ spirit moving is an amazing picture. Salvation is a sweet song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please be in prayer for us as we do the Lord's will and enjoy a time of bonding. Alabama Here we COME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-5559111762012082117?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5559111762012082117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=5559111762012082117' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/5559111762012082117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/5559111762012082117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/07/mobile-or-bust.html' title='Mobile or Bust'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SIPZ3cd5cJI/AAAAAAAAAeM/41_69ksuJ-4/s72-c/103_0420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-1573586473225217715</id><published>2008-06-26T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T17:36:00.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Took a little trip</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I took a long trip. I have had so many blogs in my head to start and nothing came. Even from giant occasions like my sisters high school graduation didn't spark me to type. Even now I don't really have a purpose for this blog. Beautiful. But I will catch you up on the 24th Annual Hopper Beach trip as easily as possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Most of us left from my grandparents house at 8:30am. In my ride was Blair, Liz, Sam, and myself. Basically they put all the grandchildren in one car. It took 8 hours to get there. We stopped 3 times and one of those was to eat breakfast. I will say it didn't seem like 8 hours until about 3 pm when I wanted out of the car. Caroline, Ben, Adam, Lance, and Jim met us down there at all different times. At the beginning of the week there was 15 of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: First day on the beach and Pop Pop's 80th Birthday plus Father's Day. We had a great party for Pop Pop's. A luau. It was one of the best nights that week. (Pictures to follow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: Lots of on time on the beach. Caroline surfed, I watched. Caroline and Ben left. Which stunk completely because we didn't get any porch time to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: Beach, Broadway, sea food. Adam caught a sting ray deep sea fishing with Lance and we ate it. gross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Caroline came back and we got porch time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: Rode the rollarcoaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firday: Super sad to leave on Saturday but got porch time with Debbie and Gibson! It was great to have a few extra Hopper's in the mix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: sad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all the beach trip was great and I am forever thankful the Lord has given us 24 years of safe travel. I am not boasting in anything but Him but we have never had any one injured, no flat tires or travel trouble. Nothing. He has kept us safe for many years and I am blessed. Pics to follow soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-1573586473225217715?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1573586473225217715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=1573586473225217715' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1573586473225217715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1573586473225217715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/06/took-little-trip.html' title='Took a little trip'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-8566572985053511668</id><published>2008-05-22T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T11:14:24.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Four beautiful years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SDWMZ3iadbI/AAAAAAAAAck/L0olJjWMZog/s1600-h/n110501575_30365822_9282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SDWMZ3iadbI/AAAAAAAAAck/L0olJjWMZog/s320/n110501575_30365822_9282.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203219320529384882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years ago today,at this very time 11:13 am I was sitting in a hair salon with 9 of my closest friends. Preparing to see my groom. That day was the best day yet of my life. I am honored to be Adam's wife. Mostly because of who he encourages me to be. Adam is strong, dedicated, merciful, loving and loyal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite memories from that day was seeing him for their first time. I was so excited. Hours before he came to the room I was getting ready in and the photographer took that picture of the groom and bride with a door between them. When I heard his voice I melted. I couldn't wait to see him, to hold his hand and become his wife. After the ceremony you couldn't wipe the grin from his face. We were finally bound together in Christ. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now four years later, we have been blessed beyond recognition. God has truly given me someone who challenges me with love and honor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam, I cannot wait for the next forty years. We have a long ride ahead and lots of firsts still to come but I can't wait to share them with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-8566572985053511668?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8566572985053511668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=8566572985053511668' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8566572985053511668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8566572985053511668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/05/four-beautiful-years.html' title='Four beautiful years'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SDWMZ3iadbI/AAAAAAAAAck/L0olJjWMZog/s72-c/n110501575_30365822_9282.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-4708760210166577773</id><published>2008-05-20T13:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:51:11.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God Tube</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" FlashVars="viewkey=ee73e63418003b47d7d5" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="godtube" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-4708760210166577773?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4708760210166577773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=4708760210166577773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/4708760210166577773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/4708760210166577773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/05/god-tube.html' title='God Tube'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-3562586410068562995</id><published>2008-05-07T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T14:03:09.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SCHr79A5ckI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Mg2xEl0vl9I/s1600-h/n110501575_30567161_3872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SCHr79A5ckI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Mg2xEl0vl9I/s320/n110501575_30567161_3872.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197694860185399874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend was a blast. Sally Ann was presented to society (hehe) as a debutante. Something all of us Hopper grand girls have been apart of. The whole Hopper clan was there. Dressed to the nines and ready to party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally Ann was absolutely stunning. She and my Dad waltzed beautfully and stole the show. Adam was her escort and they seemed to be a high light as well. Adam is not much of a dancer but he has embraced the fact that I love to dance and think it should be a daily activity for everyone. He even did the Cupid Shuffle. If you don't know what this is please go to www.youtube.com and search the Cupid Shuffle. Its another Cha Cha slide basically. Pictures are posted so enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been so much going on. We have started playing softball at the church. I am not coordinated when it comes to throwing a softball or catching or batting but I try. My first game Adam pitched and had me catching...yes me! I was terrified. Some of these men show up in the baseball pants and gloves, swinging the bats like pros. Then you have 5'4 me, frail behind them squating. I will try to get a picture soon. A batter hit a foul pop fly, which apparently I am supposed to try to catch. Well, I scream at the top of my lungs, "I am not getting it!" Adam swoops in and catches the ball. Talk about my hero. I had the umpire rolling with laughter. I will let you know that I was able to hit the ball. I did however get out at first. Plus, I could throw the softball back to Adam everytime from behind homeplate. &lt;br /&gt;Huge accomplishment. I will try to update you each week on my role on the softball team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graduation took place last week at NGU. It was such a fun time. Two of my favs graduated, Emily and Joe. It was wonderful to watch them walk across that stage and know that they have grown in their walk with our Lord and they are ready for life outside of NGU. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are currently looking to buy a new car. Long story about the one we just bought. Here is a summary: We bought a car, had it 11 days out of 25 and we got our FULL money back. The car was a lemon, I am told. So, Friday we are going to possibly buy one that I love. If all goes well, the VW dealership will check it out, and we will drive home new car owners again, for the second time in a month.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-3562586410068562995?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3562586410068562995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=3562586410068562995' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/3562586410068562995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/3562586410068562995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/05/frenzy.html' title='a frenzy'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SCHr79A5ckI/AAAAAAAAAbs/Mg2xEl0vl9I/s72-c/n110501575_30567161_3872.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-1441963218159273829</id><published>2008-04-29T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T10:43:25.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to know you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SBc0BKelmvI/AAAAAAAAAYM/eHRFHFI9SDg/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SBc0BKelmvI/AAAAAAAAAYM/eHRFHFI9SDg/s320/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194677889792318194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little tag I picked up. Enjoy getting to know my Hubby a bit better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- &lt;strong&gt;How long did you date?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and I dated for 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- &lt;strong&gt;Where did you meet?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met in July of 2000 at camp in Panama City, Florida. I will spare you the high school details. :) But it was definitely the ideal love story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- &lt;strong&gt;What attracted you to him?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see...he was 19. Tall, dark, HOT. I think that would be how I described him at 17 when I came home and told my Mom all about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- &lt;strong&gt;How old is he?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam is almost 28 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- &lt;strong&gt;Who eats more?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time him but I do give him a run for his money on ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- &lt;strong&gt;Who said I love you first?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did! At his Mom's house at like 3 in the morning. We were always staying up talking really late. Since we hardley ever saw each other, we made good use of our time by staying up all night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7- &lt;strong&gt;Where was your first date?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haywood Mall, in Greenville, SC. We went to Ruby Tuesday and Adam ate his food so fast. I ate like 3 bites because I was so nervous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-&lt;strong&gt;Whose taller?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam by quite a few inches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9- &lt;strong&gt;Who sings better?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA Adam. My kids may cry when I sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10- &lt;strong&gt;Who is smarter?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to go with Adam. He is so interested in everything. I tend to take your word for it and he has to prove it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11- &lt;strong&gt;Who has a worse temper?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me...by far. In fact through the years he has calmed me. Made me more aware of chosing my battles. In Adam's words, " some hills aren't worth dying on babe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12- &lt;strong&gt;Who does the laundry?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13- &lt;strong&gt;Who sleeps on the right side of the bed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sleeps on the right side. Always between me and the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14- &lt;strong&gt;Who pays the bills?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave Ramsey Jr.or Adam pays the bills and manages the budget for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15- &lt;strong&gt;Who cooks?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both enjoy being in the kitchen, especially together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16- &lt;strong&gt;Who drives?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17- &lt;strong&gt;Who is more stubborn?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to go with Adam on this one. Loving but stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18- &lt;strong&gt;Who kissed who first?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the old horror film Christine? About the car that eats people. Anyway our first kiss was around 1am, watching this movie on the couch. Ok, so we made out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19- &lt;strong&gt;Who admits when they are wrong?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20- &lt;strong&gt;Who proposed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam did. Its a long histarical story for another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21-&lt;strong&gt;Who has more siblings?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam- I will try and explain. His mom married Randy. Nena, Adam's mom has Kayte and Adam. (Pay close attention to spelling of names it will help) Randy had-Ashley, Katie, and Adam. So when they married they had-Kayte, Adam Burgess, Ashley, Katie Barnett, and Adam Barnett.Now they are all married. Kayte is married to Kevin. Adam Burgess is married to me. Ashley is married to...Adam Beam. Katie is married to Michael. Lastly Adam Barnett, the youngest of the group is 18. You can imagine what Christmas is like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed getting confused and learning more about Adam and I. I would love to hear about your husbands too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-1441963218159273829?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1441963218159273829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=1441963218159273829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1441963218159273829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1441963218159273829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/04/getting-to-know-you.html' title='Getting to know you'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SBc0BKelmvI/AAAAAAAAAYM/eHRFHFI9SDg/s72-c/DSC00121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-4179672304721299847</id><published>2008-04-21T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T11:23:28.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SAyvcdT0NwI/AAAAAAAAAXo/pCcb9IK3Tlc/s1600-h/l_127005867c0d8184a595907670e97b0a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SAyvcdT0NwI/AAAAAAAAAXo/pCcb9IK3Tlc/s320/l_127005867c0d8184a595907670e97b0a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191717373890279170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and I are going to proud Aunt and Uncle once again. Adam's sister is pregnant with her first and she and her husband are pumped! Here is the fun story behind this pregnancy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dreamed about a month ago that I was at Kayte's apartment, that I haven't seen yet. She was VERY pregnant and I was her birthing coach. Since I have been present at two births in my life time and thoroughly LOVE the experience. I sternly told her that she couldn't have that baby in the recliner to get up and walk around.So, I took her to walk in the woods while the boys played football.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up I couldn't quit laughing I had to call Kayte. She laughed it off not knowing they had a bun in the oven. I however was shocked to learn they have woods behind their apartment complex. Grin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, last week when she called and told me she was pregnant I could not get over it! Watch out. I may dream you are pregnant. If I do I will be sure to let you know. The above picture is all of my "in laws". Ashley we are the only ones left to reproduce anytime soon. All I know is the grands better hold on when all these cousins start appearing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-4179672304721299847?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4179672304721299847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=4179672304721299847' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/4179672304721299847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/4179672304721299847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official!'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SAyvcdT0NwI/AAAAAAAAAXo/pCcb9IK3Tlc/s72-c/l_127005867c0d8184a595907670e97b0a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-6605063461907876193</id><published>2008-04-17T19:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T19:43:45.561-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Refining</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SAfbhIZ0ygI/AAAAAAAAAXg/CFehMwd2Q0I/s1600-h/DSC04456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SAfbhIZ0ygI/AAAAAAAAAXg/CFehMwd2Q0I/s320/DSC04456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190358457805752834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to find a way to start his blog for a few days. Lately I have had such surges of emotion that I can't seem to grasp. I hate the way this makes me feel and I HATE hiding it. I don't like keeping things from anyone and I can't keep anything from Adam. Here are my main struggles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate feeling away from Jesus. He seems so out of reach right now. I hate letting Him fall by the way side while I continue own my way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate not being content. Lets cut to the chase. I want babies and I have wanted babies for awhile now. Basically since Pastor Joel said, you may now kiss your bride. Its just not our time and while I am trying to wait and live my life to the fullest and in His will, others are having my babies. It is really petty to not be fully happy for somoeone just because they are doing what you want to be doing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate not loving my husband to the fullest. With this surge of emotion I have not been extra nice to Adam. He is so patient and kind,  loving, and joyous, no matter what I may be behaving like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I long to love and live to fullest. I long to serve Jesus with an open heart, mind and with all my strenth. I want to pursue him like I seem to pursue the world. Sometimes I wonder will I ever please Him? Do I make Him smile daily with my actions? One of my dearest friends ever, Amber (you can view her blog thru mine) lives in Texas. We have not seen each other since a sad night in August 4 years ago, when Adam and I left NC for SC and they left for TX. Adam and Jeremy were best friends in the Army and Amber, Jeremy's wife, welcomed me in with open arms. If you were at our wedding, the sang the duet. She amazes me, she always has. This is from her blog. It blew me away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scripture:&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 21 The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love it will eat its fruit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He said picture every word that you say being a seed and it's either a seed of death or a seed of life. It really made me think about what I say and if I am bringing life or death with my words. Andrew was saying that how can your words bring healing to someone if you say things you don't mean all of the time or that you don't believe all of the time.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh what seeds have I  been planting and sowing. I don't know when to shut up and I have probably stuck my foot in my mouth today. Filling someone with doubt and worry instead of lifting them up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I have so much to let you perfect. Please beging a work in me. Stop me from trying to fix myself. Take over my insecurities and shortcomings. I love you Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS If anyone knows of any small group Bible Studies I could plug into in the Greenville area, let me know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-6605063461907876193?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6605063461907876193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=6605063461907876193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/6605063461907876193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/6605063461907876193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/04/refining.html' title='Refining'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SAfbhIZ0ygI/AAAAAAAAAXg/CFehMwd2Q0I/s72-c/DSC04456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-379192440163470205</id><published>2008-04-06T19:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T19:55:40.064-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love my sister</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R_lh_BCec7I/AAAAAAAAAXA/_18ED4GRPso/s1600-h/n683852272_719382_6247.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R_lh_BCec7I/AAAAAAAAAXA/_18ED4GRPso/s320/n683852272_719382_6247.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186284181132309426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Sally Ann because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- We may look completely different but our personalities are quite a like. We are both shy when we meet new people, we love Lynard Skynard, and snort when we laugh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- She is tall. Something I wish I was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Her gentle and loving spirit teach me knew things each and everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- She is a talented dancer and teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- She makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of my sister and I know many blogs are coming with her upcoming graduation. This is her spring break and I am going to get to spend some quality time with her. I can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-379192440163470205?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/379192440163470205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=379192440163470205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/379192440163470205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/379192440163470205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-i-love-my-sister.html' title='Why I love my sister'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R_lh_BCec7I/AAAAAAAAAXA/_18ED4GRPso/s72-c/n683852272_719382_6247.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-1197590059536377326</id><published>2008-04-05T19:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T19:59:21.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R_gRKBCec6I/AAAAAAAAAW4/UYtKTvT7iB4/s1600-h/DSC04312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R_gRKBCec6I/AAAAAAAAAW4/UYtKTvT7iB4/s320/DSC04312.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185913834692309922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up I asked for a brown cow for my birthday. Not knowing my Daddy was interested in buying a couple of cows. I didn't get the cow for my birthday but not long after we bought a cow. Her name was Bessie May. Perfect name for a cow. Later, conviently, she had a calf named Freckles. I loved these animals. I have an obsessions with cows. Big, small, stinky, it doesn't matter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cow in the picture is named Ellie and you can get in the pin with her and run with her and play with her. Although she will knock you over if she gets too excited and you don't pay attention. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could convey my love for these animals. Everytime I pass a cute cow I make sure Adam knows where the cow is just in case he would like to buy it. Especially BROWN calfs. One day I know I will have cows. Definitely brown ones. Check out my photos for some Easter Weekend fun and a few pics of brown cows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-1197590059536377326?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1197590059536377326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=1197590059536377326' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1197590059536377326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1197590059536377326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/04/moo.html' title='Moo'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R_gRKBCec6I/AAAAAAAAAW4/UYtKTvT7iB4/s72-c/DSC04312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-2548543986724316419</id><published>2008-04-02T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T13:10:42.969-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Assurance</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;There are days I want to run and hide. To climb in my bed and sleep away frustration, hurt, and inadequacies. Then I hear this playing in my office and I can't help but smile and know of my assurance. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed assurance, Jesus is mine! &lt;br /&gt; O what a foretaste of glory divine! &lt;br /&gt; Heir of salvation, purchase of God, &lt;br /&gt; born of his Spirit, washed in his blood. &lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt; This is my story, this is my song, &lt;br /&gt; praising my Savior all the day long; &lt;br /&gt; this is my story, this is my song, &lt;br /&gt; praising my Savior all the day long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Perfect submission, perfect delight, &lt;br /&gt; visions of rapture now burst on my sight; &lt;br /&gt; angels descending bring from above &lt;br /&gt; echoes of mercy, whispers of love. &lt;br /&gt; (Refrain) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Perfect submission, all is at rest; &lt;br /&gt; I in my Savior am happy and blest, &lt;br /&gt; watching and waiting, looking above, &lt;br /&gt; filled with his goodness, lost in his love. &lt;br /&gt; (Refrain) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May I remain lost in your love. May I praise you with every breath. I long to bring you glory. Mold me into the wife, sister, child, and friend you would have me to be. May I always be a direct reflection of your glory! I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-2548543986724316419?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2548543986724316419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=2548543986724316419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/2548543986724316419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/2548543986724316419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/04/blessed-assurance.html' title='Blessed Assurance'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-8508480146514433839</id><published>2008-03-31T11:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T11:47:10.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stella Maris</title><content type='html'>Adam and I have always found a fish tank to be relaxing and some what entertaining. A few weeks ago we decided to get an aquarium and buy some fish. That brings you to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stella Maris was our girl and she loved to sink to the bottom of the tank and watch march madness with her dad. Adam would talk to both she and Basco and enjoyed watching them and learning each personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Friday, Stella began to act unusual and she eventually starting floating on her side. Which after much research we learned that she was probably bloated and since she can't (excuse my French) burp or fart she is pretty uncomfortable. I am sure you can feel her pain. Little did we know she was really suffering from ammonia poisoning and this is just something that can happen to a goldfish. So in here is her obituary. We had a lovely burial at sea for her yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stella Maris Burgess&lt;br /&gt;birthdate: unknown-&lt;br /&gt;Death: 3-30-2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stella Maris Burgess went to be with Jesus on a cold Sunday afternoon, while her Mother took a nap. She was a lovely goldfish and spent most of her time watching the TV. A calico, fantail, goldfish, Maris is survived by her Parents, Adam and Emily, and a brother, Basco. Who is coping well. He is enjoying having the whole tank to himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Adam and I were both pretty sad over losing her. Although we have had a lot of fun joking about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-8508480146514433839?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8508480146514433839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=8508480146514433839' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8508480146514433839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8508480146514433839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/03/stella-maris.html' title='Stella Maris'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-9081049503220683479</id><published>2008-03-27T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:33:36.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>woo hoo for Fridays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R-xX5xCecdI/AAAAAAAAAQw/cPr_STI-22Y/s1600-h/SANY1291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R-xX5xCecdI/AAAAAAAAAQw/cPr_STI-22Y/s320/SANY1291.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182613921124479442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of you who know me well, no that I love to be with family and friends  being able to do what ever I want. Meaning I wish I didn't have to work. I love my job but I love the freedom of weekends to be with people alot too. I am ready for this weekend. Its jam packed with things to do but they are all I am chosing to do. Here's what the weekend brings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Shopping with the mOms and going to the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Some time with the in-laws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Anthony's 2nd Bday party...literally the second one for turning two. Yep we love him. Alot. Then a wedding to attend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Dinner with our pastor, his wife, and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) A wonderful day of worship, ending with teaching the husband how to waltz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Adam will be Sally Ann's escort for her "coming out" in the debutante society. We can all thank our Grandmother for allowing us to take part in this. All 4 granddaughters have been through this Southern tradition. So, Adam is going to be there for Sally Ann and they are both excited. My daddy, believe it or not, loves getting dressed up in tails and waltzing with his girls. Trust me there will be a ton of pictures and a great story after that happens. Looks like Spring will be busy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-9081049503220683479?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/9081049503220683479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=9081049503220683479' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/9081049503220683479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/9081049503220683479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/03/woo-hoo-for-fridays.html' title='woo hoo for Fridays'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R-xX5xCecdI/AAAAAAAAAQw/cPr_STI-22Y/s72-c/SANY1291.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-5982871999978585502</id><published>2008-03-25T21:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T21:22:22.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>whirlwind</title><content type='html'>These past few weeks have seemed to be a whirlwind. Adam and I have been making decisions on grad school, cars, life etc. So I thought I would catch you up on the work God is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and best of all: Easter!&lt;br /&gt;Easter weekend was great. We spent time with family and friends and basked in the love of Christ. Both of us had nursery/childrens church that morning during worhsip but thats our element so it worked perfect. That afternoon was spent with family in Gaffney. My Aunt has many random animals (pictures to follow) Her turkey Ethel, became infatuated with my husband and adores him. Donna has turkeys, chickens, pigs, and a calf. I will let the pictures tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our newest adventure: Adam will be starting Grad school before he finishes his Undergrad at NGU. Its an amazing opportunity at North Greenville for him to recieve his MBA. This is just another amazing blessing that Christ has given us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly: I don't even have the words to form a title. So, I will begin with describing my hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam is a very smart money machine. When we first were married money wasn't important and we spent it like it was going out of style. Then we met Dave Ramsey. Enough said you will catch on to rest.&lt;br /&gt;I have an older Camry and we are preaparing for a family and decided we need a newer car. About 6-8 months ago we started saving to buy a car in cash. I have never bought a car new or used so I was completely unprepared. But not Adam. We began searching, set our price, and test drove ones we liked. Well, Monday Adam saw a Volkswagon Passat (what I want) in town. He called me and I came by after work to drive. Well I fell in love and we ended up being able to keep the car overnight and see what we thought. That brings you to today at 4:45pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at the dealership, palms sweating. I don't like confrotation at all. Meanwhile my husband researched all day on negotiation tactics. He runs our house like the 82nd Airborne sometime. Anyway. If you know me well you know that I become nervous easily and I tend to say things to break the silence. This is something you do not do while haggaling with a dealer. We went back and forth to the point that Adam and Mr. Small ( 6 ft man) were face to face staring at each other and I blurt out....I can't stand this at all! I hate this! Both of them burst out laughting and I sink in my chair wishing I could escape. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the 1 hour shuffle we ended up driving our new car home. Its an 03 Passat and fully loaded. I couldn't be happier and I am so glad that Adam researched took care of me because I wouldn't know daily what to do with out him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-5982871999978585502?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5982871999978585502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=5982871999978585502' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/5982871999978585502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/5982871999978585502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/03/whirlwind.html' title='whirlwind'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-8668718870743922327</id><published>2008-03-10T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T11:21:24.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in love...</title><content type='html'>I have loved viewing complete strangers blogs. I hope I have not become a stalker but its like reading a novel. You never know what may happen next for some of these wonderful people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I have been reading from www.cfhusband.blogspot.com please go and read about this precious family. I wish I could post Gwyneth's picture but you will just have to go and read what a journey the Lord is taking this family on. I am not going to say more because I don't want to give away the JOY you will feel when you read their story! Even Adam has enjoyed hearing of their daily victories! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for your healing power. Please heal Tricia and Gwyneth. Continue to strenthen their bodies and perfrom victories that only you can do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus precious name!&lt;br /&gt;Amen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-8668718870743922327?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8668718870743922327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=8668718870743922327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8668718870743922327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8668718870743922327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-am-in-love.html' title='I am in love...'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-855554656757314855</id><published>2008-03-03T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:40:38.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Knew?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R8yYdhbOJNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/2g7yrCqHf0w/s1600-h/DSC03709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R8yYdhbOJNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/2g7yrCqHf0w/s320/DSC03709.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173677704898028754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam and I have been married for almost 4 years now and I learn new things everyday about cooking, cleaning, and making life altering decisions. In the above picture Adam was re-inacting his proposal for the youth and today I was thinking about life and learning things after reading Jessi's blog. So here goes my latest discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was off work for Spring Break. I had major plans for cleaning and organizing. Man, did I get things done! I had time to go to the grocery store too. I made my menu for the next 2 to 3 weeks and with that made a list. Which I must tell you keeps you from spending too much and helps us eat healthy. So, I am standing in line and the lady in front of me has a random buggy full of food. The most random you ask? ONE BANANA!! I had no idea you could pull one off and go! I felt like such a dork staring at her one banana. I started thinking about how little I know about some things. Like fruit. Then I thought about how I rush through life. I can't wait for a new home, a baby, and a mommy and me group. I want to be content right where I am so that I don't miss any moments that Jesus has instore for me much less any information that I need about fruit and how to purchase it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you want a banana just go grab one from your local grocery because apparently you can do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-855554656757314855?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/855554656757314855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=855554656757314855' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/855554656757314855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/855554656757314855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/03/who-knew.html' title='Who Knew?!'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R8yYdhbOJNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/2g7yrCqHf0w/s72-c/DSC03709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-2026434018664025233</id><published>2008-02-28T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T10:07:58.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>powerful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R8bOM_T3X1I/AAAAAAAAAPU/TvwJqm2boAM/s1600-h/regrouping%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R8bOM_T3X1I/AAAAAAAAAPU/TvwJqm2boAM/s320/regrouping%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172047944630099794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night our youth went to an associational youth event. The Lord moved and began healing so many young people last night and I believe a lot of it started with this video. I couldn't get it to post on here but if you go to www.godtube.com and search all of me. It is the first video to pop up and it is powerful. It was a beautiful visual of how Jesus protects us. I hope you can watch you want regret it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-2026434018664025233?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2026434018664025233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=2026434018664025233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/2026434018664025233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/2026434018664025233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/02/powerful.html' title='powerful'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R8bOM_T3X1I/AAAAAAAAAPU/TvwJqm2boAM/s72-c/regrouping%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-5921125088658907439</id><published>2008-02-24T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T21:38:47.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginnings</title><content type='html'>In November I received a promotion at North Greenville. Now, I plan events and campus visits for our office. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was my first event. I had planned for weeks. I always have a check list and I felt like Santa checking it over and over. Finally the day came and I was as nervous as ever with 74 prospective students and their families visiting our campus enjoying a schedule I had set up. Well, at the end of the first part of the program I was still scared to death. When I get nervous/scared I get the worst breath...this I am sure you want to know about me....so here I am scared to death, bad breath and all. The last protion was praise and worship and the last song was My chains are gone. On the first cord of Amazing grace the sun began streaming through the stain glass windows and knew Christ was smiling. I realized it didn't matter as long as He was glorified. The rest of the day was smooth as silk and I came home happy and blessed. :) I am so thankful that my God showed up and showed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, Adam and I have been discussing life changing decisions. This morning I was drying my hair thinking how different our life could be in a year (ie- new home, possible children) I made a commentment to myself right then in my pink panties that for the next year I will make certain that my marriage will be thrilling and fun. I don't want to look back when I can't roam in my unmentionables that I didn't take advantage of that time alone with my husband. (wink wink) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited about what the Lord has in store for us. My sister is growing in His grace and love daily and I am excited about what He has planned for my parents. I long for my life to show His love daily and I feel that I fall short at home, at work, and church all the time. I long for Adam to always feel my love and support. I want him to leave home longing to come back to his humble, gentle, hot wife. I long to give Christ all that I can uselfishly, daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is why, since I heard about your faith in the Lord Jesus and your love for all the saints, 16 I never stop giving thanks for you as I remember you in my prayers. 17 [I pray] that the God of our Lord Jesus Christ, the glorious Father, [h] would give you a spirit (W) of wisdom and revelation (X) in the knowledge of Him. 18 [I pray] that the eyes of your heart may be enlightened so you may know what is the hope (Y) of His calling, (Z) what are the glorious riches of His inheritance among the saints, 19 and what is the immeasurable greatness of His power (AA) to us who believe, according to the working of His vast strength.  Ephesians 1:15-19&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-5921125088658907439?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/5921125088658907439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=5921125088658907439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/5921125088658907439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/5921125088658907439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-beginnings.html' title='New Beginnings'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-2357537634554532722</id><published>2008-02-18T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T16:18:16.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fav things</title><content type='html'>Following all the fun everyone else claimed this weekend, I thought I would do the same.&lt;br /&gt;1) Valentine's-not big on this day but it was fabulous with my Adam anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Winterjam- we had a great time at Winterjam seeing Skillet (which I loved), Barlow Girl, Mercy Me, and others. Altough it was completely hectic getting in the door it was a blast once we were inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Sleeping in Saturday morning. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) PS- I love you. Adam took me to see this movie at the dollar movie. It was actually very good and made me think about my marriage and seizing each day with my husband. Adam even liked it. Bring a tissue. I cried from beginning to end...not sure why but I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Valentine's banquet at church- our pastor and his family impersonated Glady's Knight and the Pipps (not sure about spelling), the Blues brothers, Elvis, Ray Charles, Patsy CLine, and others. They were great and Adam and I had great time with his Mom and Step dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) A nap on Sunday was a great way to end a great weekend.I am so thankful for the rest and reflection that this weekend seemed to bring. It seemed that we all near and far needed it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-2357537634554532722?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/2357537634554532722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=2357537634554532722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/2357537634554532722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/2357537634554532722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/02/fav-things.html' title='fav things'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-1284158123933306565</id><published>2008-02-05T21:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T21:17:21.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Charleston</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R6kYjDKGdjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/LbFCYlbKK14/s1600-h/DSC03809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R6kYjDKGdjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/LbFCYlbKK14/s320/DSC03809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163685438179145266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R6kX_zKGdiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xzqBRGNUbDk/s1600-h/DSC03882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R6kX_zKGdiI/AAAAAAAAAEI/xzqBRGNUbDk/s320/DSC03882.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163684832588756514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R6kXqjKGdhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zeN4h20Bt2U/s1600-h/DSC03845.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R6kXqjKGdhI/AAAAAAAAAEA/zeN4h20Bt2U/s320/DSC03845.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163684467516536338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Filling the car with gas. $42&lt;br /&gt;2. Hotel in Charleston-$150.00 a night&lt;br /&gt;3. Joining hotel rooms with 9 Hoppers-PRICELESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was Caroline and Ben's wedding. We had a wonderful weekend with the family. The most interesting part was the hotel rooms. Lets put it this way-everytime things got quiet Sandra would come in the room to create a racus-Adam would then look at me and say as if he didn't know-we have ajoining rooms. It was great! If only I could share all the quotes from the weekend. Our favorite is "shhh Terry doesn't know" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding day was beautiful and sad all wrapped into one. Caroline and I are so close and I just couldn't wrap my mind around her getting married. They are in love and I am happy for them. I love the picture of Claudia and Jackie praying over Caroline and the marriage. It brought me such joy to be apart of this day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could share all the details but I hope a few pics will help you see the fun we had.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-1284158123933306565?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1284158123933306565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=1284158123933306565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1284158123933306565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1284158123933306565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/02/charleston.html' title='Charleston'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R6kYjDKGdjI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/LbFCYlbKK14/s72-c/DSC03809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-4460013483200251748</id><published>2008-01-29T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T19:24:18.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>meltdown</title><content type='html'>Every year at the same time we take our students to a conference in Tenn. called Meltdown. Jesus wanted us to heat up not meltdown. We had such a great time of fellowship. Adam, Jennifer, and I were the "adults" for this outting and were pumped to be with the vibrant students. To put into prospective what a 3 hour bus ride with these 13 can be just imagine middle school boys with high school girls...:) All of you who work with youngins' are smiling. There was a lot of bodily functions plus ew gross comments filled with Adam saying everynight BOYS TAKE A BATH!!!! I loved every minute of it and cherish the time God has given me with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned so much through their worship and conversations and the sweetest came from Jasmine. Jazzy Faye as affectionatly call her. Jasmine is a product of divorce and currently lives with her father because her Mom works 3rd. Her father is not the best role model and is not a Christian. Jazzy will 17 in May and has spoken on numerous occasions of how she will leave  on that day. I have prayed for her and encouraged her to ask Jesus what to do, when to leave, and to make sure her Mom is understanding and supportive. Her Mom and step-dad are both Christians and attend our church. Well to the point, Saturday our afternoon session was focused on bitterness and allowing Christ to deliver you from that hardness that forms in your life. During the alter call I was in depth praising to My chains are gone ( I know perfect right?) when I heard her behind me crying with Jennifer our other "adult". She prayed with Rachel (our rock of the students) and as soon as we started to leave asked for Adam's cell phone and immediately called her Dad. WOW did that take guts! A man who screams and cusses at her continuously. She spent about 30 minutes on the phone with him and let him know she was freeing him of her anger and her bitterness and that she was changing. I was so proud of her! What a special child of God that she knew to free him of this and push him to work on their relationship. It was one of the sweetest moments yet. I hope to one day be as brave as she was and is daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord opened so many doors for our students. He delivered and developed friendships among those that are years apart in age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus for your sweet gifts. Please continue to bless those sweet souls and guide them on your path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-4460013483200251748?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4460013483200251748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=4460013483200251748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/4460013483200251748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/4460013483200251748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/01/meltdown.html' title='meltdown'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-1124417628627272502</id><published>2008-01-19T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T20:26:27.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I got bitten</title><content type='html'>2008 has started with a bang. I have been promoted at my job to the Admissions Campus Visit and Event Coordinator and have jumped right in! Its a really good fit for me and so far I have enjoyed the job. Two weeks ago, I woke with the stomach bug...:) that was great fun and then this past Monday night I was bitten again with the bug. This time it really knocked me for a loop. The is the price I pay being with so many children at church and for admitting that I hadn't had the stomach bug yet this year. Anyway Adam is a great Doc and he took very good care of me while he took extra vitamins trying to stay well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend my Sister and Mom are in NYC for a mission trip. Tonight they are out doing track ministry in the subway. Please pray for them as they are gone. They fly home on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my sister's second NYC trip and this one is special because my Mom is with her and Sally Ann's roommate for college next year is also in her small group at church and on the trip. They called this afternoon on a break that they spent shopping. Sally and Sarah (roommate) bought a rug for their dorm room. What a great start to a year together! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you might know that my cousin Caroline is getting married in two weeks!! We are all very excited about her new journey and are praying that the Lord will bless her and Ben as they start a great life. It will be a great weekend in Charleston with a wonderful reunion among friends and family. Please be in prayer for all of us over the next few weeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-1124417628627272502?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1124417628627272502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=1124417628627272502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1124417628627272502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1124417628627272502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-got-bitten.html' title='I got bitten'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-6220111092889508441</id><published>2008-01-02T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:59:19.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R3vPkMRai1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/NOad9iaiiIg/s1600-h/DSC03124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R3vPkMRai1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/NOad9iaiiIg/s320/DSC03124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150938819504802642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is already appearing to hold more lovre, joy, and blessings than ever before. Adam and I had a wonderful Christmas, worshipping our Lord and spending as much time as possible with family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Years Eve was spent in Atlanta at the Clemson bowl game with our new pastor and his wife. Their son Caleb is a red shirt freshman for Clemson. Together we had a blast. It is always wonderful to go to a football game, even a Clemson game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Adam and I set a major goal and talked about what we were excited to accomplish in 2008. I was eager and ready to go but then I woke up this morning with the stomach virus. So, I will have to conquer 08 tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am excited about what the Lord will do this year. Adam is graduating from North Greenville University in December and we are eager to buy a house. Each year of marriage has been much better than the last. I am going to hold tight to Christ and my husband and enjoy this new year and the new goals and dreams that I have for myself and my family. HAPPY NEW YEAR!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-6220111092889508441?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6220111092889508441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=6220111092889508441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/6220111092889508441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/6220111092889508441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R3vPkMRai1I/AAAAAAAAAD4/NOad9iaiiIg/s72-c/DSC03124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-8544036908350022544</id><published>2007-12-06T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T07:36:03.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever the Princess of my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R1fsMiPIqLI/AAAAAAAAADo/ednlCj3kSxA/s1600-h/DSC03040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R1fsMiPIqLI/AAAAAAAAADo/ednlCj3kSxA/s320/DSC03040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140837199759583410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R1fr8yPIqKI/AAAAAAAAADg/j7KpSmaa9gk/s1600-h/DSC03034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R1fr8yPIqKI/AAAAAAAAADg/j7KpSmaa9gk/s320/DSC03034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140836929176643746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sally gave up her crown as Miss Cherokee County Teen this week. It was bitter-sweet. She is glad to be done since its her senior year but I know she is missing her role alrready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-8544036908350022544?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/8544036908350022544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=8544036908350022544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8544036908350022544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/8544036908350022544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2007/12/forever-princess-of-my-heart.html' title='Forever the Princess of my heart'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/R1fsMiPIqLI/AAAAAAAAADo/ednlCj3kSxA/s72-c/DSC03040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-4076758045515274229</id><published>2007-11-26T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T20:09:22.092-05:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>The month of November is one of my favs. Mainly because of my Birthday and then its right before Christmas. But this one topped it all. I actually don't know where to begin so I will start with the best part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam had to be out of town on my bday so we celebrated a few days early. Ad took me to one of my favorite restaurants the Melting Pot and it was Emily's favorite things night. My gifts were given to me with the flow of dinner. First was cheese fondu and my gift of chocalate covered pretzels, then salads and my gift of really fun pens. Then :) really fun sticky notes. Last but not least right before desert I received one of the best presents I have ever gotten from Adam. My first real strand of pearls. He did this all on his own. I def. cried and was so excited that I exclaimed I wearing these when I give birth to my children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful night. I spent the weekend with the fam which is always wonderful. Thanksgiving was a beautiful time with our families. We ate until we popped, literally and now we are anxiously awaiting ouf favorite time of the year. I hope you had a great Thanksgiving as well.&lt;br /&gt;Much Love E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-4076758045515274229?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4076758045515274229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=4076758045515274229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/4076758045515274229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/4076758045515274229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-3618388525626588299</id><published>2007-11-26T20:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T20:00:42.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out my Slide Show!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-68.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=504403158291283560&amp;amp;site=widget-68.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=504403158291283560&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-68.slide.com/p1/504403158291283560/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=504403158291283560&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-68.slide.com/p2/504403158291283560/bb_t016_v000_a000_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-3618388525626588299?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/3618388525626588299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=3618388525626588299' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/3618388525626588299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/3618388525626588299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2007/11/check-out-my-slide-show.html' title='Check out my Slide Show!'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-4811564101404410348</id><published>2007-11-11T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:38:38.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Airborne</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/RzeqlQBz_dI/AAAAAAAAADY/cqw1QhVpu5g/s1600-h/Ad4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/RzeqlQBz_dI/AAAAAAAAADY/cqw1QhVpu5g/s320/Ad4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131757857346420178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a little girl I was so proud to be an American. I know that sounds cheesy but I was. I love the 4th of July and still do. I loved seeing the F-14's fly over and would jump up and down at the thought of it. My mom is the same way. Boy, did our lives become impacted when I met Adam. Don't get me wrong I really liked him but the first time I saw him in his BDU's (Battle dress uniform) I was hooked. In September of 2000 Adam left for Basic Training and by April of 2001 he was at Fort Bening GA for Airborne school. Yes my Adam jumped out of airplanes for years. He loved it! But most importantly he loved his Country. I wanted to share a few stories from his time in Afghanistan and Iraq with you today on Veterans Day. Adam shared these stories this morning in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the above picture my paratropper had broken his toe the night before and was on duty in the picture. We were so fortunate that was all that ever happened to him. Its my favorite picture from his time serving besides the one where we were in each others arms on March 18, 2004, the day he came home from Iraq, two months before we married. I have never been so happy in my whole life to see his face and touch him. I was able to see fathers meet their daughters for the first time and wives hug the men they have waited on for months. Now, to God's protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not great with all the Army lingo but basically Adam and buddies were standing outside a mess tent with mortor rounds were fired into their base in Iraq. The killing span of a mortor is about 90 feet. This mortor hit 45 feet from Adam and his friend Dirk. The mortor never exploded about 20 more were fired and never hit inside base all of them exploded. If something awful had happened Adam would be with our Savior. As hard as that would have been at least I would have had that peace. Dirk on the other is not a Christian. We still pray for him often. God spared Adam and men in his unit, daily. In 13 months of deployments only 1 man was lost. SGT 1st Class, Jose Rivera. Sgt. Rivera was a wonderful man who led men all over Iraq with great skill. He was a great paratrooper. Adam has told many other stories that burden my heart but I stand in firm in my belief that my Husband help liberate two countries. I am forver proud and overwhelmingly patriotic! I love this land that God has blessed me to live in and I hope you do too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for our troops. They sacrafice daily, even at this moment death is lurking all around but Praise God He is there protecting and remainging steadfast in His promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless America!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-4811564101404410348?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=31649d0c2b4a7912&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/4811564101404410348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=4811564101404410348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/4811564101404410348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/4811564101404410348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2007/11/airborne.html' title='Airborne'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/RzeqlQBz_dI/AAAAAAAAADY/cqw1QhVpu5g/s72-c/Ad4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-6360179436906673910</id><published>2007-11-02T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T09:37:50.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Burgess</title><content type='html'>I have the best husband ever. These past few weeks I have been so overwhelmed with work, church, &amp; life. I came home today to a clean home and supper on the table because he has Thursday afternoons off. He is the most amazing man and I blessed to call him &lt;em&gt;MINE&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for loving me with all of you daily. You are the best thing outside of Christ that has happened to me. I know loving me and tolerating me can be a full time job and you are the best at it. I love you! E&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-6360179436906673910?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6360179436906673910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=6360179436906673910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/6360179436906673910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/6360179436906673910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2007/11/mr-burgess.html' title='Mr. Burgess'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-6369463480625342069</id><published>2007-10-30T18:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T19:06:10.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>good times</title><content type='html'>These past few weeks have been very busy. Adam &amp; I have been strugling to be everywhere we need to be so I thought I would share some highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Weekend at the lake-Adam and I spent the weekend at Lake Lure with my cousin Caroline and her "friend" Ben. We had a blast. From a sunset cruise to dinner at Larkins on the Lake it was filled with constant laughter. Saturday we traveled to Asheville and enjoyed the glorious world the Lord has given us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Homecoming at NGU. I am the Campus Ambassador advisor for the campus which means I keep students busy with lots of work for the Admissions office. This past week with them was so much fun. On Friday night we went to a haunted trail. I was terrified but I acted brave. It was a wonderful time of bonding through fear! :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The best time of all was the Fall Festival at our church. Adam rented an inflatable obstacle course, we had a trail ride, face painting (thanks to me &amp; Rachel), games, &amp; food galore! Oh yes there was candy too. I was a fairy. I couldn't resit dressing up. The kids loved seeing me with a blond wig and fairy wings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam &amp; I are so blessed to be living the life we have. So bring on November! This month is my favorite. My birthday, Thanksgiving, &amp; Christmas around the corner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-6369463480625342069?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6369463480625342069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=6369463480625342069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/6369463480625342069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/6369463480625342069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/good-times.html' title='good times'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-6735581020421001736</id><published>2007-10-22T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T19:58:54.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed be the horn of our Salvation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Rx05IJkwqlI/AAAAAAAAADM/A4B0H_uP1rY/s1600-h/DSC02258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Rx05IJkwqlI/AAAAAAAAADM/A4B0H_uP1rY/s320/DSC02258.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124314763189332562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zechariah's Prophecy&lt;br /&gt;    67 Then his father Zechariah was filled with the Holy Spirit (BC) and prophesied: (BD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    68 Praise the Lord, the God of Israel, (BE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    because He has visited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    and provided redemption for His people. (BF)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    69 He has raised up a horn of salvation [s] for us (BG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    in the house of His servant David, (BH)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    70 just as He spoke by the mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    of His holy prophets in ancient times; (BI)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    71 salvation from our enemies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    and from the clutches [t] of those who hate us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    72 He has dealt mercifully with our fathers (BJ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    and remembered His holy covenant (BK) —&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    73 the oath that He swore to our father Abraham. (BL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    He has given us the privilege,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    74 since we have been rescued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    from our enemies' clutches, [u]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    to serve Him without fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    75 in holiness and righteousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    in His presence all our days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    76 And child, you will be called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    a prophet of the Most High, (BM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    for you will go before the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    to prepare His ways, (BN)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    77 to give His people knowledge of salvation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    through the forgiveness of their sins. (BO)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    78 Because of our God's merciful compassion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    the Dawn from on high (BP) will visit us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    79 to shine on those who live in darkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    and the shadow of death, (BQ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    to guide our feet into the way of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share what the Lord shared with me tonight. I am slowly going through a Beth Moore study and I wanted to shout with joy tonight with what I am learning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Blessed be the horn of our salvation! Jesus Christ was the ram whose head was wrapped in thorns (see Gen. 22) to secure God's blessing for all who would recieve it. The very heart of the gospel is realizing that God not simply provide a sacrafice &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; us but &lt;strong&gt;instead&lt;/strong&gt; of us. That is the good news. There is only on way to recieve it after we have understood it- with profound humilty and gratitude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what is going on in my life and in the lives of those close to me He is going to provide. I am determined to let him have my fears that are all around in this time of question. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord~ Only you know the concerns that are on your daughters heart. I give them to you. Take them all, from the ones I might could handle and the ones I have no chance to solve. Protect those that I am burdended for. Help me to encourage them and be there for them. Please move in their hearts and Lord I claim you salvation on their lives. Thank you for providing a sacrafice. Fill my heart, my home, and may everything I touch leave your mark and not mine. I love you. Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-6735581020421001736?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/6735581020421001736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=6735581020421001736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/6735581020421001736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/6735581020421001736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/blessed-be-horn-of-our-salvation.html' title='Blessed be the horn of our Salvation'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/Rx05IJkwqlI/AAAAAAAAADM/A4B0H_uP1rY/s72-c/DSC02258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7511379747947773023.post-1068005972789339450</id><published>2007-10-18T19:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T19:56:39.505-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toes'/><title type='text'>The Thrill of Brazil</title><content type='html'>I haven't had a pedicure in a long time and tonight I splurged on myself. I had a little bit of tramatic news today, everything is good but still tramatic. I needed to relax and be by myself. So off I went to relax. My toes are most always red and on our wedding night my toes were sports car red and tonight I am the Thrill of Brazil...to bad Adam doesn't feel like his own thrill of brazil. We are still recovering from our colds. A hacking cough and snotty noses aren't too romantic. Oh well I could just stare at him forever anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7511379747947773023-1068005972789339450?l=gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/feeds/1068005972789339450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7511379747947773023&amp;postID=1068005972789339450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1068005972789339450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7511379747947773023/posts/default/1068005972789339450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gracegracegodsgrace.blogspot.com/2007/10/thrill-of-brazil.html' title='The Thrill of Brazil'/><author><name>emilymburgess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00013883235558515564</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fjz6fpRocxE/SNfVoBONotI/AAAAAAAAAf4/uTlllKV7oWw/S220/DSC00121.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
