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| My new and improved journal is at
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| Okay, so my brother has finally quit telling me that I should put another post on here. That must mean that he has given up any hope of me becoming a true Xangan at heart, and this is my feeble attempt at proving him wrong. 
Things have become SO much better over the last couple months. Our little sunshine started sleeping through the night at about 7 weeks old, and we became normal people again. I have always loved sleep, but I never knew just HOW much I was capable of loving it. Let me tell you, sleep and I have once again become the best of friends.
About that little sunshine...she is absolutely the most adorable little bundle of fun ever! She is full of smiles and giggles, and she is precious. An amazing piece of God's joy. She is a gift. True love.
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| My little baby is sitting with me while I write this. She is so adorable! Sure, sometimes I'm REALLY tired, and she won't shut up, and I think I'm going to lose my freakin' mind, BUT...then she'll smile or sneeze or make a little face or do something really cute with her hands, and then everything is okay. It's still very surreal that we are totally responsible for this little life. She is completely dependant on us. She's not going anywhere. She's here to stay.
Life is good.
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| A Father. A Brother. A Sister. A Mother.
Living. Dying.
Honor.
I have no real political convictions. I do not care if you are a republican, a democrat, or something in between. I don't know if we should be the solver of the world's problems.
What I do know is that there are men and women who have lived well and died with honor. There are others who have been physically wounded, but whose spirits endure. Each of them were part of something beyond selfish ambition. You and I have freedom because of these people.
Memorial Day - a day away from work; bring out the grill; have a party. These things are not wrong, but in the midst of fun, it seems that so many do not take even a few moments to ponder the reason for the Day. Why? Perhaps we have not been taught. I don't remember anyone ever teaching me about Memorial Day. I have never seen passion in the eyes of someone who cares. If I were to be honest, I would tell you that this is the first time I have ever cared about this Day. And that is largely thanks to the "horrible horrible" media. Tonight, I saw passion in the endurance of the wounded. I heard loyalty in the voices of those whose friends died beside them. I was inspired.
Our sons and daughters live and die for freedom. There is honor in that. I salute them. | | |
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