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Half-Full / Half-Empty?


2008 is half full...or half-empty...it's half done. Can you believe it?! Next month is the halfway mark...then Christmas is here, again. Whew!

But before that, Georgia turns 4 in July. Four years old!

But before that, in June I've been working in DC for four years! How ironic, Georgia's age will always reflect such a change in my family's life. As our first child (for now anyway), she'll represent the wonderful change Kim and I were thrust into dubbed parenthood. And her age will represent the change of relocating to a new area for as long as we hang here.

Although, Kim and G haven't been here for four years. Only 3 for them. Yeah, there was that whole "house didn't sell for a year thing." But all things work out in God's timing.

Speaking of, I've begun writing a book. Actually, if I had it my way, I'd be an author today writing all sorts of stuff...fiction, parenting, poetry. Georgia's the inspiration for this current project. The question is how long will it take to write...and will anyone buy it? :)

Time will tell...as it flies by...

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  1. I'll buy it and then if I don't finish it or lost interest I'll wrap it up and regift it!ha!ha!

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  2. it's time to update this...

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