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		<pubDate>Tue, 04 Oct 2011 23:29:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I want to open all the windows in the house, turn up the music to the fullest volume and dance with the freedom of a light soul. I want to dust and clean and make the house sparkle with love. I want to change the rooms around and make cozy corners for just sitting. But [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=truddle.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1521153&amp;post=355&amp;subd=truddle&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Making of Magical&#8230;</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[When Brittany first talked about getting married on the farm, I asked her to tell me in one word how she wanted her wedding to be, her reply was Magical And so we set to work creating just that &#8211; Magical. Jamie and I cannot take all the credit for the wedding, since it was [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=truddle.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1521153&amp;post=352&amp;subd=truddle&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Lanterns, lanterns and more lanterns&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 30 Sep 2011 00:08:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[One of the main decorations for the wedding were lanterns. Many, many lanterns. Above is a picture of two such lanterns. These were balloons that were covered with paper mache paste, with layers of lace or paper laid over top (the image shows one of each). They were then hung on a line to dry, [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=truddle.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1521153&amp;post=347&amp;subd=truddle&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2011 15:34:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[When our youngest daughter told us that she was going to get married she also asked if it would be ok if she got married on the farm &#8211; not just anywhere on the farm but under the big oak tree &#8211; how could we say no? The big oak tree sits in the center [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=truddle.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1521153&amp;post=337&amp;subd=truddle&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>The Cake&#8230;</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[“Can I please have another piece?” the little girl with the long blonde hair asked her mother. Looking at her daughters big blue eyes the mother gave in. “Just one more” she said as she carefully handed the little girl another piece of the cake she had made earlier in the day. Happily the little [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=truddle.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1521153&amp;post=330&amp;subd=truddle&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>A time to let go, a time to reclaim&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 17:11:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[As I sat in a room full of ghosts, watching as the raindrops fell outside the window – I felt the raindrops falling on my heart as if washing it clean of the sorrow hidden deep within. Not only was the wind outside moving the branches of the nearby tree, but she was also wrapping [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=truddle.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1521153&amp;post=323&amp;subd=truddle&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>365 Grains of Sand&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Jan 2010 13:58:05 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[As I fell asleep last night my hand opened to reveal 365 worn grains of sand – each like an empty package, with ribbon and bows strewn about… each grain of sand, like a day in the past year, tiny in comparison to the full scheme of things. As my body relaxed and drifted into [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=truddle.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1521153&amp;post=318&amp;subd=truddle&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Pink Sun&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 13 Sep 2009 14:25:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The Sunday after the memorial (August 16th)I decided that I would take the next day to myself. Jamie was due to go back to work, and this would be the first real day I would have alone in the house, and I needed to write. Write about what I didn’t know – I just knew [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=truddle.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1521153&amp;post=316&amp;subd=truddle&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Thanks for the Sign Mom&#8230;</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[One of the hardest things that I have had to deal with since my mom’s passing (and believe me when I say one, as there are many – of which over time I will write about) … is knowing how to help my dad through this. It is so hard to watch this tremendously gentle [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=truddle.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1521153&amp;post=314&amp;subd=truddle&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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		<title>Color Your World Pink&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 25 Aug 2009 15:31:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Wednesday &#8211; August 12th… and then it was time… “Can we stop at the gate?” I asked Jamie as we prepared to leave the house. At the gate I opened my hand to reveal the wrinkled ribbon that I held tightly clutched in my hand. A pink ribbon &#8212;- with care and deep thought I [...]<img alt="" border="0" src="http://stats.wordpress.com/b.gif?host=truddle.wordpress.com&amp;blog=1521153&amp;post=308&amp;subd=truddle&amp;ref=&amp;feed=1" width="1" height="1" />]]></description>
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