<?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-1692241264745805010</id><updated>2011-08-03T18:23:41.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Test Blog 2</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeblogtest2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1692241264745805010/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeblogtest2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Real Life Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcEug7Ivvd4/TGFbpLSrJFI/AAAAAAAADGI/W8-3p2DvT6U/S220/beach+avatar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1692241264745805010.post-9087175955617223972</id><published>2008-04-19T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T12:47:40.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Time to See the Lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As we come to the beginning of a new year, I have to share a little story from the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve, we traveled to my mom's house, and my brothers came over with their families. After a great time eating wings and exchanging gifts, my brothers and sister-in-law packed up the kids and the booty, and went home. We put the kids in bed around 9:00. Then my mom noticed that my brother Joe had left his camera. A dad without a camera on Christmas morning is just too tragic, so mom and I hopped in the car, and drove a few miles to his house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back, we couldn't resist driving through a nearby neighborhood; this particular neighborhood really takes the Christmas lights seriously. Looking at Christmas lights was something my mother has always loved; and even though during the teen years I groaned, I've always loved it, too.&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, my mom said, "What if we went home and got the girls out of bed to see the lights? Wouldn't they be thrilled?" Ever the bedtime stickler, I unenthusiastically said, "Yeah, they would be pretty surprised?"&lt;br /&gt;"We shouldn't do that, though...right?"&lt;br /&gt;"No, no I don't think so.  We can go tomorrow night."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah, you're probably right.....oh well." I could tell my mom was disappointed, but she really respects my mothering decisions, so she didn't push.&lt;br /&gt;When we got home, we discovered the kids were actually still awake in their beds, including the two-year-old. Then I realized I had forgotten that we were going to my dad's house tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a deep breath, and said, "OK, let's get 'em up! Hurry up before I regain my bedtime militancy." (I really didn't say that last part, I'm not that articulate in speech. But I know I was thinking it!)&lt;br /&gt;You would have thought we traveled to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Neverland&lt;/span&gt; and flew with Tinkerbell!  They were ecstatic.  We put the giggling girls in the car dressed in their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PJs&lt;/span&gt; and socks, and took to the sparkling streets. It was a glorious moment of spontaneous joy that they will remember for a long time!&lt;br /&gt;The fact is, I can take no credit for that blessing. If it weren't for my mom, I never would have thought of such a thing. As I lay in bed that night, I realized I need a little more of this joy in my life, and I need to provide it for the girls. Spontaneity is what wonderful memories are made of. I can be so attached to the routines of life. I'm so focused on the "should," that I don't see the "could."&lt;br /&gt;So this year, one of my goals will be to take life a little less seriously, stop and smell the roses, do something unexpected. We need to take time to savor the joy of life. I can take a little inspiration from my father God. How many unexpected blessings does he provide for me, even when I'm not looking for them. I wonder if he delights in my joy like I did with the girls on Christmas Eve? Probably a lot more than I. I only hope He will speak through me to my daughters, and shower His love upon them this year!&lt;br /&gt;What are some of your goals for 2008?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1692241264745805010-9087175955617223972?l=reallifeblogtest2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reallifeblogtest2.blogspot.com/feeds/9087175955617223972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1692241264745805010&amp;postID=9087175955617223972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1692241264745805010/posts/default/9087175955617223972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1692241264745805010/posts/default/9087175955617223972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reallifeblogtest2.blogspot.com/2008/04/taking-time-to-see-lights.html' title='Taking Time to See the Lights'/><author><name>Real Life Sarah</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zcEug7Ivvd4/TGFbpLSrJFI/AAAAAAAADGI/W8-3p2DvT6U/S220/beach+avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
