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To Who I Am Becoming...: January 2015
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To Who I Am Becoming. To Cary Me Back. Alone but not lonely? I felt free. Not the kind of freedom that comes separating yourself from everything but the freedom of putting your arms down, turning off those parts of your mind that analyze everything and run risk assessments, and instead allows everything to rush toward you like waves crashing playfully over you. All the joys that I so closely guard in my mind, in my heart, in my body are almost tangible in that moment. Friday, January 23, 2015.
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To Who I Am Becoming...: To Cary Me Back
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To Who I Am Becoming. To Cary Me Back. Alone but not lonely? I felt free. Not the kind of freedom that comes separating yourself from everything but the freedom of putting your arms down, turning off those parts of your mind that analyze everything and run risk assessments, and instead allows everything to rush toward you like waves crashing playfully over you. All the joys that I so closely guard in my mind, in my heart, in my body are almost tangible in that moment. Friday, January 23, 2015.
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To Who I Am Becoming...: April 2013
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To Who I Am Becoming. Tuesday, April 16, 2013. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Books that rule my life. When The Legends Die. The View From Saturday. The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. The Secret Life of Bees. The Second Summer of the Sisterhood. People of the Book. Girls in Pants: the Third Summer of the Sisterhood. Forever in Blue: The Fourht Summer of the Sisterhood. Cheaper by the Dozen. Back When We Were Grownups. You Have To See This! Is He An Angel? Jeff Dunham - Achmed The Dead Terrorist.
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To Who I Am Becoming...: November 2013
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To Who I Am Becoming. Eventually she left me that day. It was not the last time she would visit me however. Each time she came she showed me something new about the place I had called home for centuries. Sometimes her presence comforted me and at others I attempted to comfort her. It was always just her, on her own. She became part of us on that first day she visited me. Thursday, November 14, 2013. She knew that she could not leave, but how could she stay? Thursday, November 14, 2013. People of the Book.
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To Who I Am Becoming...: A long month
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To Who I Am Becoming. The sounds of thousands of rhythms played by delicate fingers filled her tiny unlit apartment and brought a soothing salve that mended the infinitesimal breaks in her heart, and she began to fill joy once more. Monday, May 05, 2014. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Books that rule my life. When The Legends Die. The View From Saturday. The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. The Secret Life of Bees. The Second Summer of the Sisterhood. People of the Book. Cheaper by the Dozen.
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To Who I Am Becoming...: Open and Trust
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To Who I Am Becoming. Friday, July 31, 2015. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Books that rule my life. When The Legends Die. The View From Saturday. The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. The Secret Life of Bees. The Second Summer of the Sisterhood. People of the Book. Girls in Pants: the Third Summer of the Sisterhood. Forever in Blue: The Fourht Summer of the Sisterhood. Cheaper by the Dozen. Back When We Were Grownups. You Have To See This! Is He An Angel? Jeff Dunham - Achmed The Dead Terrorist.
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the sturdevant's: April 2011
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Bubba, sarah, and emmy. We decided on a name for our little sweetheart that will hopefully be here any day now! EMMY RENAE STURDEVANT }. We are very excited about it. Here are a few pictures of her room:. My dear mother made all of the bedding, drapes, blankets, and pillows. She even helped me redo the dresser and mirror. She is beyond busy with everything she has going on in her own life, but she has spend hours on end to help me and make sure we are ready for emmy. We are ready for her! Simple template...
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the sturdevant's: November 2010
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Bubba, sarah, and emmy. I were here again. Do you ever just want to go back? I want another Honeymoon. Someday.we'll be back again. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Farr West, Utah, United States. Bubba and I were married Jan. 22, 2010. We live in a little, old, darling house that i adore in Farr West, UT where i grew up! Enjoy reading about our little life together! View my complete profile. Simple template. Template images by mammuth.
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the sturdevant's: March 2011
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Bubba, sarah, and emmy. I am pregnant in the following pictures, just need to make that clear. :). Game nights on family trips have got to be one of my favorite memories, Bubba did great :). One of the neatest things we were able to do was our Helicopter ride,. Tace is one lucky little guy :). We were so happy he was there. He is so very good at making everyone smile! Taken from the Helicopter. Snorkeling and body boarding were the boys favorite things to do this trip. On our way home.way too soon.
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To Who I Am Becoming...: A little poem
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To Who I Am Becoming. Tomorrow we are going to move. We move a lot. I like it … mostly. It means putting everything in boxes. Mom and I drive in the car with our suitcases. Dad and Marc come later with the big truck. The driving is fun. We play games and eat fun treats. When we get there we have adventures and explore. I like it when dad and Marc come and bring all of our stuff. I get to put everything in my room the way I want it. We are the weird ones. No one moves around like us. No one has adventures.
