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Read more of this post by clicking on the title </content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/260360992791708992" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/260360992791708992" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.millionsofmiles.com/2017/12/remembering-2017.html" title="Remembering 2017" /><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11138252587098641619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BnuO5ALptpY/Wkj7s2ovFhI/AAAAAAADb9w/KTBSvYbsvJ0vSoHzlMarOErmKlCzraGUwCKgBGAs/s72-c/IMG_2443.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959924903705805464.post-3401674571692758857</id><published>2017-09-07T12:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2017-12-31T18:25:24.358-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage" /><title type="text">15 Years</title><content type="html">Today marks 15 years since 2 starry eyed kids said “I do”.&amp;nbsp; Kamron and I had no idea what we were in for when we committed our lives to each other way back in 2002.&amp;nbsp; I’m not sure anyone ever does.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;
Our first dance on our wedding day. &amp;nbsp;September 7, 2002
This 15th year… well, it’s been trying… interesting… brutal and beautiful.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This is the year I came...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more of this post by clicking on the title </content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/3401674571692758857" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/3401674571692758857" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.millionsofmiles.com/2017/09/15-years.html" title="15 Years" /><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11138252587098641619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Izwq8H6rZz8/WbFhifYpZVI/AAAAAAADSvg/d4VQlBQ4N50RHesXESihM86X5HleBmhVwCLcBGAs/s72-c/wedding%2Bdance.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959924903705805464.post-5997834692804577165</id><published>2017-05-04T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2017-05-04T13:21:53.557-04:00</updated><title type="text">Big Ol' Hodgepodge</title><content type="html">So many things are happening around these parts. &amp;nbsp;It's been so long since I updated this little ol' blog I thought that maybe a person by person play by play and highlights reel (and a reality check) would be in order! 

First things first... I know that so many people are wondering how our daughter is doing in residential treatment. &amp;nbsp;That's a really hard question to answer. &amp;nbsp;The...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more of this post by clicking on the title </content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/5797938148429338373" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/5797938148429338373" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.millionsofmiles.com/2016/12/unwrapping-christmas.html" title="Unwrapping Christmas" /><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11138252587098641619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bIK-NxuIrwo/WGPMH_t5l4I/AAAAAAACyWM/Bw0ahr6S9l4CcgOixZ3xf32oVepIaJc2wCKgB/s72-c/IMG_9566.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959924903705805464.post-4736554529173802401</id><published>2016-11-19T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2016-11-19T13:57:47.485-05:00</updated><title type="text">When You Need Help</title><content type="html">This is probably one of the hardest posts I've ever written. &amp;nbsp;I've thought about it at least a hundred times in my head and every time I've sat down to type out the words, they don't come. &amp;nbsp;The words don't make sense. &amp;nbsp;Probably because my heart doesn't seem to make sense right now. &amp;nbsp;And while I know that we don't owe anyone an explanation, I think there is freedom that comes...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more of this post by clicking on the title </content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/4736554529173802401" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/4736554529173802401" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.millionsofmiles.com/2016/11/when-you-need-help.html" title="When You Need Help" /><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11138252587098641619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959924903705805464.post-702504570369017007</id><published>2016-11-16T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2016-11-17T06:26:58.101-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sadie" /><title type="text">And Now She's A Teenager</title><content type="html">Dear Sadie,
Today you became a TEENAGER. &amp;nbsp;I can not for the life of me figure out how this is possible since I don't feel a day over 23. &amp;nbsp;This morning I was remembering when you were born. &amp;nbsp;You were a stubborn little thing and I was pretty convinced you were never going to decide to take up residence outside the womb. &amp;nbsp;I waddled into the hospital at 41 weeks pregnant for an...&lt;br/&gt;
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Today you are TEN! &amp;nbsp;A DECADE OLD! Oh my goodness. &amp;nbsp;Cue the tears. &amp;nbsp;Ten feels like a huge milestone. 


You had a big year. &amp;nbsp;More important than anything else that happened this year- you gave your life to Christ. &amp;nbsp;One Sunday afternoon in July, you asked me some questions about knowing for sure that you'd go to Heaven. &amp;nbsp;Daddy and I prayed on the front...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more of this post by clicking on the title </content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/3364890022040792212" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/3364890022040792212" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.millionsofmiles.com/2016/10/happy-10th-birthday-noah.html" title="Happy 10th Birthday, Noah!" /><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11138252587098641619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_8zyIbi8aeg/WBeoMonnZUI/AAAAAAAClXY/BmUDDMChqNwf7pcHbBnI85gQKIRYQRbewCKgB/s72-c/IMG_1014.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959924903705805464.post-139579265896610835</id><published>2016-08-02T20:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2016-08-02T20:05:07.483-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny stuff" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="just me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="motherhood" /><title type="text">A New Thing</title><content type="html">A new thing is happening! &amp;nbsp;Doing something new is hard and scary and oh so exciting. &amp;nbsp;So, deep breath... One of my most hilarious friends, Rachel Webb, and I teamed up and started a podcast!


It's so strange because for a looooong time I've been writing words here on the Internet and now I'll be speaking them. Ignore the Kentucky twang if it's at all possible. &amp;nbsp;(It's not possible)...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more of this post by clicking on the title </content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/139579265896610835" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/139579265896610835" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.millionsofmiles.com/2016/08/a-new-thing.html" title="A New Thing" /><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11138252587098641619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IaAYURBBdoo/V6EtspmUliI/AAAAAAAB16k/AiOJk5XexeIiMQ9mHYtSV0PJ_8df0QlYQCLcB/s72-c/The%2BMegan%2Band%2Brachel%2Bshow.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959924903705805464.post-6937969610712673523</id><published>2016-07-18T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2016-07-18T11:07:52.559-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Miles" /><title type="text">Happy 8th birthday, Miles!</title><content type="html">Dear Miles,

Eight years old! &amp;nbsp;Holy moly! What a year you've had. &amp;nbsp; Lots of things changed this year. &amp;nbsp;You crossed over to feel like "one of the big kids". &amp;nbsp;We made the decision for you to go to a new school this year so you could get a little extra help and you blossomed into this super responsible kiddo. &amp;nbsp;You were diagnosed with epilepsy and that changed a few little...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more of this post by clicking on the title </content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/6937969610712673523" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/6937969610712673523" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.millionsofmiles.com/2016/07/happy-8th-birthday-miles.html" title="Happy 8th birthday, Miles!" /><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11138252587098641619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UI1VR9EeeoE/V4zlm8MgZcI/AAAAAAABmyU/R40mlekHqx0HnvTolJGTk0mcfXWeSZqrACLcB/s72-c/IMG_6463.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959924903705805464.post-8152917986750227457</id><published>2016-06-21T11:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2016-06-21T11:44:21.762-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="day to day" /><title type="text">So I Don't Forget</title><content type="html">Summer, oh summer. &amp;nbsp;It's in full swing. &amp;nbsp;It's been so long since I've posted, I was worried I'd forget the spring entirely. &amp;nbsp;So here's a giant smattering of all the things that probably only the grandparents care about. &amp;nbsp;YOU'RE WELCOME GRANDPARENTS!

Miles went through this phase where every time he looked at the ground he would find a four leaf clover. &amp;nbsp;He deemed himself...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more of this post by clicking on the title </content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/8152917986750227457" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/8152917986750227457" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.millionsofmiles.com/2016/06/so-i-dont-forget.html" title="So I Don't Forget" /><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11138252587098641619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNSuT78LPO8/V2kkBi3Z-jI/AAAAAAABKsY/0jbCk1wWWA4MeBWDFHhfYzAX7JrAUt02QCLcB/s72-c/IMG_7756.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959924903705805464.post-1426199062656005751</id><published>2016-04-13T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2016-04-13T13:10:56.102-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Miles" /><title type="text">We Almost Lost Him</title><content type="html">I carried my son's unresponsive, lifeless body through the doors of the emergency room and put him in the arms of a trauma team. &amp;nbsp;I know I was running, but my body felt like it was in slow motion. &amp;nbsp;It was such an odd feeling... life rushing and flashing before my eyes and also slowing down to a crawl as we tried to rush to the hospital. &amp;nbsp;It was the worst moment of my entire...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more of this post by clicking on the title </content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/1426199062656005751" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/1426199062656005751" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.millionsofmiles.com/2016/04/we-almost-lost-him.html" title="We Almost Lost Him" /><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11138252587098641619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0It-L882lis/Vw5wGxvWYuI/AAAAAAAAniA/BHkuo32HMdUVsHKagj_7oqrsYmiquOH6QCLcB/s72-c/IMG_6728.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959924903705805464.post-7542975014679541389</id><published>2016-03-19T12:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2016-03-19T12:59:13.935-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="marriage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><title type="text">Big Apple Birthday</title><content type="html">My main squeeze is turning 38 today. &amp;nbsp;We are rapidly approaching the time where we've been together for half of our lives. &amp;nbsp;Weird. &amp;nbsp;Last weekend, I pulled off an epic birthday surprise. &amp;nbsp;I am THE. WORST. at surprises. &amp;nbsp;Never invite me to a surprise party- I will blow it.

Birthday Boy
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Read more of this post by clicking on the title </content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/7542975014679541389" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/7542975014679541389" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.millionsofmiles.com/2016/03/big-apple-birthday.html" title="Big Apple Birthday" /><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11138252587098641619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d_m0mfWfIwU/Vu1_VQd0gBI/AAAAAAAAbcI/hgFW5A3zlI0mSKvRLN9eIElEQSK6kqwOA/s72-c/IMG_7622.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959924903705805464.post-8411341135230899427</id><published>2015-12-27T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2015-12-27T17:57:47.842-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas Kindness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title type="text">All The Christmas Things</title><content type="html">I find that the older I get, the more emotional the Christmas season makes me... and the more exhausted too. This year was one of the loveliest on record. &amp;nbsp;It was full of all of our favorite people. &amp;nbsp;It was full of traditions. &amp;nbsp;It was full of wonder and amazement. &amp;nbsp;It was low on expectations and very low on crazy behaviors for the kiddo in our family who struggles with...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more of this post by clicking on the title </content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/82809624253219562" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/82809624253219562" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.millionsofmiles.com/2015/11/random-acts-of-kindness-advent-calendar.html" title="Random Acts of Kindness Advent Calendar (With Free Printable Advent Cards)" /><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11138252587098641619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ealzv6k5AGQ/VltqSxAvNWI/AAAAAAAAQtk/hi1iwIROvqA/s72-c/Recently%2BUpdated-001.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959924903705805464.post-3043666794779036638</id><published>2015-11-16T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2015-11-16T20:44:17.407-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sadie" /><title type="text">Happy 12th Birthday, Sadie! </title><content type="html">Dear Sadie,

Happy birthday, love! &amp;nbsp;Today you are 12. &amp;nbsp;It's the last year before the teen years- and yes, I've already had all the tears about it.

So here's the deal. &amp;nbsp;This was the year of Sadie. &amp;nbsp;For real, you conquered life like a boss this year. &amp;nbsp;I'm just ridiculously proud of how you spread your wings and yet managed to stay true to yourself. &amp;nbsp;You overcame a lot...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more of this post by clicking on the title </content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/3043666794779036638" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/3043666794779036638" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.millionsofmiles.com/2015/11/happy-12th-birthday-sadie.html" title="Happy 12th Birthday, Sadie! " /><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11138252587098641619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fxtNGad2AhM/VkpUD7tNXgI/AAAAAAAAQB8/uNnsBdQzwmc/s72-c/IMG_0597.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959924903705805464.post-8971954413728150294</id><published>2015-10-31T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2015-10-31T12:11:05.005-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Noah" /><title type="text">Happy 9th Birthday, Noah!</title><content type="html">Dear Noah,

What a year. &amp;nbsp;Every year I wonder what in the world I can say about you that hasn't already been said. &amp;nbsp;You are one of the great joys of my life and that joy just multiplies times infinity every year.

You are the sweetest, most caring, most in tune with people's feelings child I've ever met. &amp;nbsp;You just ooze compassion. &amp;nbsp;You notice everything and are always quick...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more of this post by clicking on the title </content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/8971954413728150294" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/8971954413728150294" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.millionsofmiles.com/2015/10/happy-9th-birthday-noah.html" title="Happy 9th Birthday, Noah!" /><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11138252587098641619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-orcqiNVNE3g/VjTdPpFB0eI/AAAAAAAAP7o/oYV4gfsgmHw/s72-c/IMG_1161.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959924903705805464.post-3759504179257979696</id><published>2015-10-05T13:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2015-10-05T13:46:50.821-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="day to day" /><title type="text">Life in Facebook Posts</title><content type="html">All the things we've been doing for the last MONTHS according to Facebook posts. &amp;nbsp;I always have good intentions of blogging regularly. &amp;nbsp;Yes, I do. &amp;nbsp;Those fall apart. &amp;nbsp;Dear children's babybooks, this is as good as it gets.

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Read more of this post by clicking on the title </content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/3759504179257979696" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/3759504179257979696" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.millionsofmiles.com/2015/10/life-in-facebook-posts.html" title="Life in Facebook Posts" /><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11138252587098641619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-V_40EaXSM_k/VhKbmA3K1JI/AAAAAAAAPy4/rTO2MxUyWq8/s72-c/blog1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959924903705805464.post-1270146173637540949</id><published>2015-07-04T07:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2015-07-04T07:28:05.069-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Miles" /><title type="text">Happy 7th Birthday, Miles!</title><content type="html">Dear Miles,

Happy 7th birthday! &amp;nbsp;You are so stinkin' loved. &amp;nbsp;This year you celebrated five years in our family- we can't really remember what life was like before you were here. I'm sure we must have been really bored because you keep us so entertained!

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*You started and finished first grade.
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Parenting is a tricky thing. &amp;nbsp;It is the best of times and the worst of times. &amp;nbsp;The most joyous thing imaginable and also the hardest thing imaginable. &amp;nbsp;It is taking tiny little humans and helping them grow and become all that they want to be....&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more of this post by clicking on the title </content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/4178525500688583115" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/4178525500688583115" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.millionsofmiles.com/2015/07/hey-weary-foster-and-adoptive-moms-i.html" title="Hey, Weary Foster and Adoptive Moms- I See You (and God sees you, too)" /><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11138252587098641619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MIwUQkws9bI/VZUqhTlxvwI/AAAAAAAAPtE/nsx6qN1s3i8/s72-c/dreamstime_xl_28203318.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959924903705805464.post-462250505886371809</id><published>2015-06-19T15:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2015-06-19T15:28:37.637-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="day to day" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><title type="text">So Many Things</title><content type="html">It's strange watching your kids grow up. &amp;nbsp;There are so many times where I look back on the days when they were babies and I think, "WOAH! &amp;nbsp;That was so much work!" That work just shifts around as they get older. &amp;nbsp;It takes on a new life as they grow and get "their own lives". &amp;nbsp;My kids now have their own activities and friends and clubs they are in that have absolutely nothing to...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more of this post by clicking on the title </content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/462250505886371809" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/462250505886371809" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.millionsofmiles.com/2015/06/so-many-things.html" title="So Many Things" /><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11138252587098641619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MhkW3uqSy5c/VYQcNboToJI/AAAAAAAAPk0/p2McArRna7M/s72-c/IMG_0887.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959924903705805464.post-3543552206360662827</id><published>2015-06-17T12:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2015-06-17T12:54:16.031-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="travel" /><title type="text">Glimpses of Hope</title><content type="html">We are coming off of the hardest six months of our lives. &amp;nbsp;Truly, disasters compounded daily around these parts for months on end. &amp;nbsp;Back in the late winter, my darling step father was diagnosed with stage 4 liver cancer and we were all devastated. &amp;nbsp;I was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis and trying to get used to a chronic pain condition. &amp;nbsp;We had a child who ran away more...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more of this post by clicking on the title </content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/3543552206360662827" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/3543552206360662827" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.millionsofmiles.com/2015/06/glimpses-of-hope.html" title="Glimpses of Hope" /><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11138252587098641619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EUozUeQUvVg/VYF-ITzkrgI/AAAAAAAAPdk/UrJSAiSCsnc/s72-c/Screen%2BShot%2B2015-06-17%2Bat%2B10.00.41%2BAM.png" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959924903705805464.post-4147213162754962019</id><published>2015-02-23T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2015-02-23T10:02:13.279-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="adoption" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Miles" /><title type="text">Five Years With Miles</title><content type="html">Five years ago this month, I was stepping off of a plane in Kinshasa, DRCongo. &amp;nbsp;Despite a plane ride that took up an entire day, my excitement of being in that beautiful country to meet my son for the first time overrode any feelings of tiredness. &amp;nbsp;My precious friend, Cami, went on that trip with me. We made our way through the airport. &amp;nbsp;We had been warned that the Kinshasa airport...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more of this post by clicking on the title </content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/4147213162754962019" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/4147213162754962019" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.millionsofmiles.com/2015/02/five-years-with-miles.html" title="Five Years With Miles" /><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11138252587098641619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KycbOumTtIs/VOsl0zXHPjI/AAAAAAAAPWk/TPq2IfCcPGA/s72-c/IMG_0584.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959924903705805464.post-7108672454939632714</id><published>2015-02-09T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2015-02-09T19:58:29.065-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Christmas Kindness" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="day to day" /><title type="text">Getting Back To Basics</title><content type="html">Right before the New Year, I had a long talk with myself about this here blog (that often gets very neglected). &amp;nbsp;I tried to set goals about how often I would write here. &amp;nbsp;Those thoughts were lofty and then somehow I settled on a goal that just said, "Write some". &amp;nbsp;Perhaps I should take some goal setting classes, no?

Lately, though, I've been reading through my early posts with my...&lt;br/&gt;
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I love moms. &amp;nbsp;I talk to moms constantly. &amp;nbsp;I find that a lot of moms just get cooked- smoked all the way down to the filter. &amp;nbsp;We have a million things on our plates....&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more of this post by clicking on the title </content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/331033458363779072" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2959924903705805464/posts/default/331033458363779072" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.millionsofmiles.com/2015/01/a-30-day-connected-kid-challenge-30.html" title="A 30 Day Connected Kid Challenge (30 Connection Building Activities) " /><author><name>Megan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11138252587098641619</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qxd-NzrO1D0/VMpJlv0JNuI/AAAAAAAAPP8/bPLwOcAk4eo/s72-c/connection.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2959924903705805464.post-524465915618227101</id><published>2015-01-22T08:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2015-01-22T08:29:24.841-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Noah" /><title type="text">Mornings</title><content type="html">He bounds down the stairs every morning the minute he hears the coffee maker come on and leaps right into my arms. &amp;nbsp;His little cheeks are soft on my cheeks and his sweaty little hands wrapped around my neck hold as tight as they can. &amp;nbsp;"I love you so so much, Mommy." &amp;nbsp;And then I melt. &amp;nbsp;Every single morning. 

Noah is my my morning person. &amp;nbsp;Sadie could sleep all day long if...&lt;br/&gt;
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