<?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-6240159145669283477</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:00:56.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGEL OLIVIA MARIE</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Proud Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058293230827062248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240159145669283477.post-1449684771419914257</id><published>2010-09-17T06:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T06:50:10.118-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow its been 5 years since you change me life!! Oh all the plans that I had for you and how bad I still would love for them to be done. How fun it would be to have mommy daughter nights and the little things get to me like when I am painting my toes how I wish you were standing there wanting yours done too!!! I was so excited to know this year that you would have not made the cut off date for kindergarten cause that would have made things extra hard!! I want you to know that there is nothing that can happen in my life that will ever replace you or still all my love or shatter all my memories that I have of you!!! Happy Birthday Sweetheart!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6240159145669283477-1449684771419914257?l=4olivia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/feeds/1449684771419914257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240159145669283477&amp;postID=1449684771419914257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/1449684771419914257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/1449684771419914257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!!!!'/><author><name>Proud Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058293230827062248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240159145669283477.post-7401498277367298837</id><published>2009-11-09T14:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T15:19:42.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a poem I wrote....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Guilty Feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On her birthday what did I do?&lt;br /&gt;I went to dinner and a movie got home in the morning about two.&lt;br /&gt;I gave her flowers and balloons cause she had turned four,&lt;br /&gt;but should I have spent more time at her grave should I have done more.&lt;br /&gt;Right after that the holidays started with Halloween,&lt;br /&gt;and what did I do for her well I did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;So next is Thanksgiving a time to be thankful for what we got,&lt;br /&gt;but guilt is dragging me down because of the things I did not do or forgot.&lt;br /&gt;To leave her headstone undecorated for others to view,&lt;br /&gt;how the little things can eat you up inside, who knew.&lt;br /&gt;But even after all of the holidays seem to pass,&lt;br /&gt;and I let the guilt that is controlling me be gone like a flash.&lt;br /&gt;Her memory, her name, her smile, her smell&lt;br /&gt;is daily every minute in my heart, my thoughts, no one can tell.&lt;br /&gt;There is no balloon to announce it or no flower to show,&lt;br /&gt;that my love for my daughter inside me does glow.&lt;br /&gt;Like the flicker of light that no body can ever turn off or even down,&lt;br /&gt;and someday my smile is just something I put on to go into town.&lt;br /&gt;Its not the material things that show how much for her I care,&lt;br /&gt;Its the place in my heart, my thoughts, and my life that her and I shared.&lt;br /&gt;So if nothing is placed upon her grave on the next holiday its not that I forgot or I don't care,&lt;br /&gt;its' simply that having to spend holidays at her grave is not fair.&lt;br /&gt;I tell Olivia every day that I love her and miss her very very much,&lt;br /&gt;She hears and feels it more with my thoughts coming from my heart then with decorations that she she can't even touch.&lt;br /&gt;Its the feelings inside me that matters the most,&lt;br /&gt;not the weathered items next to her headstone hanging on a metal post.&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/6240159145669283477-7401498277367298837?l=4olivia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/feeds/7401498277367298837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240159145669283477&amp;postID=7401498277367298837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/7401498277367298837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/7401498277367298837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-poem-i-wrote.html' title='Just a poem I wrote....'/><author><name>Proud Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058293230827062248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240159145669283477.post-6495370698854076212</id><published>2009-09-28T23:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:49:28.904-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCEKl-R6HuU/SsGfwnyKMzI/AAAAAAAAAbU/-NrsG1bOYTA/s1600-h/B-DAY.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCEKl-R6HuU/SsGfwnyKMzI/AAAAAAAAAbU/-NrsG1bOYTA/s320/B-DAY.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386762286973727538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Olivia celebrated her 4th birthday on the 17th of September.  I sit and wonder what she would be like, what would be her favorite toy, would she like for you to do her hair, would she had started preschool this year, and the one thing I wonder about the most is what would she look like.  I with I had an answer to all those questions but I know that it isn't possible. All I can picture is how she looked while we played and her little cheeks how you just wanted to reach out and pinch them every time you looked at her.  Things are not getting any better or easier and I still deal with the pain almost every day.  I just try to keep moving and keep my chin up for her. I know there are still things in life that I will do that will be in her honor and when those times come I will do it with pride.  I am not happy to be a mother of an angel but I am happy that Olivia is MY angel!  I know that it might sound funny but its true.  I love Olivia with all my heart and her place in my heart will never be filled no matter what happens in my life.  She touched my heart and when she passed she took a piece of it and that piece can never be replaced or mended. It will always be Olivia's!!  I sure wish there was some how of getting Olivia back into all empty arms that want to just hold her......I wish..............     These past years have sure made me a different person. I feel that I am not the same.  Olivia has changed a part of me that will never mend.  She has made my heart more caring, my feelings for others stronger, and my choices I make more important. Amazing what a baby can do to you.  These changes I know would still be the same if she was still with us.  I hope that Olivia had a wonderful day in heaven on her birthday and that all the angel babies got together and remembered all of us here on earth.  OLIVIA HAPPY FOURTH BIRTHDAY AND I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU VERY MUCH, MY LITTLE PRINCESS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6240159145669283477-6495370698854076212?l=4olivia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/feeds/6495370698854076212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240159145669283477&amp;postID=6495370698854076212' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/6495370698854076212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/6495370698854076212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/2009/09/well-olivia-celebrated-her-4th-birthday.html' title=''/><author><name>Proud Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058293230827062248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCEKl-R6HuU/SsGfwnyKMzI/AAAAAAAAAbU/-NrsG1bOYTA/s72-c/B-DAY.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240159145669283477.post-4132645765416854932</id><published>2009-03-08T16:48:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:59:08.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;PLEASE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Please don't ask me if I'm over it yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'll never be "over it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Please don't tell me she is in a better place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;She isn't here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Please don't say, at least she isn't suffering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I haven't come to terms why she had to suffer at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Please don't tell me you know how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Unless you have lost a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Please don't tell me to get on with my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I'm still here you'll notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Please don't ask me if I feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Bereavement isn't a condition that "clears up."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Please don't say "well at least you had her for four months."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;What day would you chose for you child to die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Please don't tell me God never gives you more than you can bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Who decides how much a person can bear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Please just say you are sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Please just say you remember her, if you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Please just let me talk if I want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Please let me cry when I must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tissues, Tears &amp;amp; Treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A circle of chairs and boxes of tissue,&lt;br /&gt;A roomful of tears and emotional issues.&lt;br /&gt;Frightening at first, I did not want to enter,&lt;br /&gt;Into this strange group, and be in the center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I soon learned, as we sat side by side.&lt;br /&gt;We were bound by the love of our children who died.&lt;br /&gt;Each shattered heart, desperately seeking a moment of peace,&lt;br /&gt;from the pain and weeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things different, and yet all the same,&lt;br /&gt;Hearts lost in a fog of loss and pain.&lt;br /&gt;Those who have journeyed, much further than me.&lt;br /&gt;Reached out in comfort, listened quietly.&lt;br /&gt;Each shattered heart spoke, and the tissues were passed.&lt;br /&gt;We never avoid speaking of the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This circle of friends, have found a bond.&lt;br /&gt;And here I'm still known as "Olivia's Mom."&lt;br /&gt;Slowly, I've found I can reach out to others.&lt;br /&gt;Who are newly bereaved, fathers and mothers.&lt;br /&gt;Strength I have found in this circle of chairs.&lt;br /&gt;To grieve and heal and to show that we care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;/span&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/6240159145669283477-4132645765416854932?l=4olivia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/feeds/4132645765416854932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240159145669283477&amp;postID=4132645765416854932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/4132645765416854932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/4132645765416854932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/2009/03/couple-of-poems-to-share.html' title='Poems......'/><author><name>Proud Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058293230827062248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240159145669283477.post-8815509569466965722</id><published>2009-02-09T18:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:59:46.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been 3 years of missing you!!!</title><content type='html'>Its been 3 long years since we last held you in our arms.  I can still smell your sweet scent that you had about you Olivia.  My heart has a spot that will forever be empty and that only belongs to you and nothing can ever fill it.  I play over and over in my head the time that we had together, your little smile, you playing in your Jump-a-roo at Aunt Pegs house watching as we made quilts, the nights that I would come home from work and see you sitting in your bouncer watching tv,  I see you the day that we tired on your blessing dress and how unimpressed you were with it, I remember my little trooper in SLC and you just kept fighting so that we could bring you home, I remember all those little things that mean the most to me.  Then my thoughts get drowned out by the dreaded phone call I got at work this very evening and the drive to the hospital three years ago and it takes everything I have to get it to stop!!  I may look like I am strong but really inside I am a mess.&lt;br /&gt;I will forever love and miss my little chunky monkey.  I know that everyone that got the chance to love in love with you miss you too!!!! You will always be our special little girl and I hope that you know how much you are loved and missed by all!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUR LITTLE ANGEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;She came to us&lt;br /&gt;From heaven above&lt;br /&gt;She brought us joy&lt;br /&gt;And gave us love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four short months&lt;br /&gt;We spent together&lt;br /&gt;Will remain with us&lt;br /&gt;In our hearts forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she's a star&lt;br /&gt;With a special twinkle&lt;br /&gt;She's watching over us&lt;br /&gt;As our guardian angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCEKl-R6HuU/SZDfeVBCtNI/AAAAAAAAAXw/pld3PTn8iJo/s1600-h/angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 156px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCEKl-R6HuU/SZDfeVBCtNI/AAAAAAAAAXw/pld3PTn8iJo/s200/angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300982473545659602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6240159145669283477-8815509569466965722?l=4olivia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/feeds/8815509569466965722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240159145669283477&amp;postID=8815509569466965722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/8815509569466965722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/8815509569466965722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-been-3-years-of-missing-you.html' title='Its been 3 years of missing you!!!'/><author><name>Proud Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058293230827062248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCEKl-R6HuU/SZDfeVBCtNI/AAAAAAAAAXw/pld3PTn8iJo/s72-c/angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240159145669283477.post-3263704945490409543</id><published>2009-01-11T18:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T18:45:21.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCEKl-R6HuU/SWqfoJ1sHcI/AAAAAAAAAW8/dgRJTUhtn2c/s1600-h/jesus_with_child_418.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCEKl-R6HuU/SWqfoJ1sHcI/AAAAAAAAAW8/dgRJTUhtn2c/s400/jesus_with_child_418.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290216224484761026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dear Lord,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have loved to hold my child&lt;br /&gt;on my lap and teach her about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't will you put her on your lap&lt;br /&gt;and teach her about me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6240159145669283477-3263704945490409543?l=4olivia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/feeds/3263704945490409543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240159145669283477&amp;postID=3263704945490409543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/3263704945490409543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/3263704945490409543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/2009/01/dear-lord-i-would-have-loved-to-hold-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Proud Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058293230827062248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCEKl-R6HuU/SWqfoJ1sHcI/AAAAAAAAAW8/dgRJTUhtn2c/s72-c/jesus_with_child_418.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240159145669283477.post-4690338666088801910</id><published>2008-12-25T20:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:51:47.707-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCEKl-R6HuU/SVRUFFJnJEI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Km2bGEOjCkk/s1600-h/angel_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 191px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCEKl-R6HuU/SVRUFFJnJEI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Km2bGEOjCkk/s400/angel_16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283940709071004738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I just wanted to wish Olivia a Merry Christmas!! I hope that your Christmas with Jesus was very special.  You are greatly missed and forever on our minds.  I wished that we could have got the change to watch you and your little brother play together this year but, I know that you two play all the time.  We are so blessed to have such a beautiful angel watching over us. It doesn't make it any easier every year is difficult.  We Love You Olivia!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6240159145669283477-4690338666088801910?l=4olivia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/feeds/4690338666088801910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240159145669283477&amp;postID=4690338666088801910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/4690338666088801910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/4690338666088801910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Proud Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058293230827062248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RCEKl-R6HuU/SVRUFFJnJEI/AAAAAAAAAWs/Km2bGEOjCkk/s72-c/angel_16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240159145669283477.post-3906579553547417110</id><published>2008-12-06T20:19:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T20:21:26.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Candlelight Vigil</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:450px"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=128238899&amp;amp;ver=102906" quality="high" salign="lt" width="450" height="337" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;amp;refid=128238899"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/logo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=128238899&amp;amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/create_own.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:1px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=128238899"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/view_all.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/link/link4.php"&gt;&lt;img width="84" style="border:0px" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/link/link4.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we went to a candlelight vigil at the Christmas Angel Box Statute that is in a cemetery in Idaho Falls.  Its was for all the families that had lost children.  It was really nice.  Every one left a flower or a token at the base of that statue and a few mothers told about their losses.  I hope to make it out there to take a picture tomorrow and I will post when get it.. I really hate this time of year because its hard to get through everything with out having that hole in your heart take over your thoughts.  Like when we are wondering what to buy on your Christmas list and you wish that you could add Olivia's name to it and when you sign up for the kids party that Kurt's company has every year you wish that you could sign up two kids.  I am not saying that the rest of the year is any easier this time of year just makes it a bit harder.  If we could go from November to March I would be happy but I guess these are months that help you be stronger.  They make you sit back and think about what you are really thankful for and all the blessings that you have been giving in life but also all the mountains that you have to climb and conquer too.  I am just so lucky to have had those few months with Olivia and I am proud to be her mom.  I know that one of these years I will be having to explain all this to Wyatt why his big sister is a picture on the wall but one thing I will tell him is that he has a very very special sister that is his guardian angel in heaven that will forever look over him from above.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6240159145669283477-3906579553547417110?l=4olivia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/feeds/3906579553547417110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240159145669283477&amp;postID=3906579553547417110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/3906579553547417110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/3906579553547417110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/2008/12/candlelight-vigil.html' title='Candlelight Vigil'/><author><name>Proud Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058293230827062248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240159145669283477.post-6033884667755553876</id><published>2008-09-27T20:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T20:38:42.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk to Remember</title><content type='html'>Today was the "Walk to Remember"  and it turned out really nice.  We had a pretty good turn out most of the people were new and hadn't been there last year. We were the only ones who had lost a baby to SIDS everyone else was stillborns or miscarriages.  We played a few songs on called "Tiny Angels" and the other "Too Good For This World".  It was a very hard day.  We had jackets made up to wear and Wyatt's us really cute it said "My big sis Olivia always watching over me" and the font they used looked like a little kid and wrote it.  I help him write on a balloon for Olivia and then he held it and let it go by himself.  I will post some pics later so check back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6240159145669283477-6033884667755553876?l=4olivia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/feeds/6033884667755553876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240159145669283477&amp;postID=6033884667755553876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/6033884667755553876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/6033884667755553876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/2008/09/walk-to-remember_27.html' title='Walk to Remember'/><author><name>Proud Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058293230827062248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240159145669283477.post-7465185806756492617</id><published>2008-09-17T07:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T07:56:29.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY FROM GRANDMA!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;September 17, 2008&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;For My Pretty Girl&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I Remember&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I remember 3 years ago today&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I remember the chubby little cheeks&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I remember just wanting to hold her in my arms&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I remember the smile on her mothers face&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I remember the joy turning into fear&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I remember how hard she fought that week&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I remember praying every time I seen her&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I remember her winning the battle she was dealt&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I remember her big brown eyes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I remember her giggle and smile&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I remember rocking her even after she slept&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I remember watching her for hours&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I remember that February day&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I remember the call that plays over in my head&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I remember the look on the doctor’s face&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I remember those words…I’m sorry she’s gone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I remember holding my Pretty Girl&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I remember trying to keep her warm&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I remember the loss in her parent’s eyes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I remember rocking her and rocking her&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I remember asking again and again WHY WHY WHY&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I remember thinking how it could have been&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I remember my Pretty Girl each and every day&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;And that my friend &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No one…NOT NO ONE can take that away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Grandma loves you Olivia Marie&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;You will always be my Pretty Girl&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6240159145669283477-7465185806756492617?l=4olivia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/feeds/7465185806756492617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240159145669283477&amp;postID=7465185806756492617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/7465185806756492617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/7465185806756492617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday-from-grandma.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY FROM GRANDMA!!'/><author><name>Proud Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058293230827062248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240159145669283477.post-4406430186621450173</id><published>2008-09-17T07:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T07:56:10.323-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCEKl-R6HuU/SNELJ83wQkI/AAAAAAAAAPs/lMxiHZeqCbk/s1600-h/Happy-Birthday-Butterflies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCEKl-R6HuU/SNELJ83wQkI/AAAAAAAAAPs/lMxiHZeqCbk/s320/Happy-Birthday-Butterflies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246987306450043458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Birthday Olivia!!!&lt;br /&gt;We love and missed you very much!!&lt;br /&gt;I hope that your 3rd birthday in heaven is all you wanted it to be!&lt;br /&gt;Love Always &amp;amp; Forever,&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Dad, &amp;amp; Wyatt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6240159145669283477-4406430186621450173?l=4olivia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/feeds/4406430186621450173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240159145669283477&amp;postID=4406430186621450173' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/4406430186621450173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/4406430186621450173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/2008/09/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!'/><author><name>Proud Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058293230827062248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCEKl-R6HuU/SNELJ83wQkI/AAAAAAAAAPs/lMxiHZeqCbk/s72-c/Happy-Birthday-Butterflies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240159145669283477.post-4061770017909261590</id><published>2008-09-15T23:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T23:15:16.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blankets Ready To Go!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCEKl-R6HuU/SM8_-P818iI/AAAAAAAAAOs/mAq6x-goPew/s1600-h/DSCN1546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCEKl-R6HuU/SM8_-P818iI/AAAAAAAAAOs/mAq6x-goPew/s400/DSCN1546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246482429576081954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I finally got all these blankets done to take to the hospital on Wednesday for Olivia's birthday.  This time I will be donating 63 blankets!!!    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6240159145669283477-4061770017909261590?l=4olivia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/feeds/4061770017909261590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240159145669283477&amp;postID=4061770017909261590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/4061770017909261590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/4061770017909261590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/2008/09/blankets-ready-to-go.html' title='Blankets Ready To Go!!!'/><author><name>Proud Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058293230827062248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RCEKl-R6HuU/SM8_-P818iI/AAAAAAAAAOs/mAq6x-goPew/s72-c/DSCN1546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240159145669283477.post-3164605910832256182</id><published>2008-09-05T12:59:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T21:44:20.174-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blankets, Blankets, Blankets!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well Olivia's birthday is September 17th and every year for her birthday I am going to make blankets to take to EIRMC NICU and give to the babies. This year I am taking about 60 blankets!!! I put a little tag on each one for the parents to read. Here is a picture of that tag. I really enjoy doing this and its just special just like Olivia. I know that she has a very giving heart and that she helps others and I am just her little worker here on earth doing just that for her and I love it. I wish that there was more that I could do to help others and maybe someday I can right know this is what I am doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCEKl-R6HuU/SMGJrboL7bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/fTr4gU0yFzA/s1600-h/DSCN1537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCEKl-R6HuU/SMGJrboL7bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/fTr4gU0yFzA/s400/DSCN1537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242622820479659442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of the tags that goes on each blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCEKl-R6HuU/SMGJdbHcq9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/NhMuQ4DoEec/s1600-h/DSCN1520.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RCEKl-R6HuU/SMGJdbHcq9I/AAAAAAAAAOA/NhMuQ4DoEec/s400/DSCN1520.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242622579824176082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blankets!!!  The little pile is the ones that are done the big pile still need to be cut!!&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/6240159145669283477-3164605910832256182?l=4olivia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/feeds/3164605910832256182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240159145669283477&amp;postID=3164605910832256182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/3164605910832256182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/3164605910832256182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/2008/09/blankets-blankets-blankets.html' title='Blankets, Blankets, Blankets!!!!!!'/><author><name>Proud Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058293230827062248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RCEKl-R6HuU/SMGJrboL7bI/AAAAAAAAAOI/fTr4gU0yFzA/s72-c/DSCN1537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240159145669283477.post-5316434273952523591</id><published>2008-09-05T12:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T21:43:23.209-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk To Remember</title><content type='html'>On Sept. 27th at Freeman Park in Idaho Falls we are having the 2nd Annual Walk to Remember.  My mom and I are helping a friend of mine organize this program.  This is a day of honor and remembrance for families and friends of babies lost to miscarriage, stillbirth or infant death.&lt;br /&gt;The theme is:  We walk to remember the steps they will never take. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is that last year we had a pretty good turn out and that alone just breaks my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you posted more on this the closer that it gets!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6240159145669283477-5316434273952523591?l=4olivia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/feeds/5316434273952523591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240159145669283477&amp;postID=5316434273952523591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/5316434273952523591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/5316434273952523591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/2008/09/walk-to-remember.html' title='Walk To Remember'/><author><name>Proud Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058293230827062248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6240159145669283477.post-8280608717264328076</id><published>2008-09-05T12:54:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T21:42:42.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just about Olivia</title><content type='html'>I have decided to close Olivia's store and just do a blog keeping you informed on events that are happening and things that I am doing to keep Olivia's memory alive. I hope that you enjoy this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6240159145669283477-8280608717264328076?l=4olivia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/feeds/8280608717264328076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6240159145669283477&amp;postID=8280608717264328076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/8280608717264328076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6240159145669283477/posts/default/8280608717264328076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4olivia.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-about-olivia.html' title='Just about Olivia'/><author><name>Proud Mom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08058293230827062248</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
