remembering and acting

My Mom died of melanoma 5 years ago on January 19. This issue is so dear to my heart, especially since it is something that is so avoidable. Please watch and spread the word in her memory.

http://www.thatvideosite.com/v/3386

~SheriLynn

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Alaska Updates from Jeffrey

The following updates have been sent by letter to me (Sheri) from Jeffrey in Alaska. I will be taking parts of his letters-with his permission of course-and filling you guys in on what he has been up to. 6.16 "The trip has been nice so far. I couldn't sleep hardly the first night. I stayed up and watched the fading red skyline as we chased the sunset west. John's grandson Max is really enjoying the trip too. He reminds me of Zoe and Halle." (our nieces) "He puked a few times last night...poor kid. Still chipper though. The inside passage is beautiful from what I've seen. It's alot like the islands at home. My bunk is a quaint quarter on the bow. I only have about 2 feet of clearance above my head. I hope I don't wake up too fast! IF I bump my head, I'll just laugh and think of how you would make fun of me." 6.18 "Upon arriving in Alaska my attention is commanded by the innumerable mountains that are scattered across my vision.

Leo Allen's Birth Story

The day my little Leo was born was truly, the best day of my life. Now I know, I'm supposed to say that about the day I married Jeffrey, but the day I married him was not the important part as much as the marriage we had/have ahead of us (which is still awesome by the way!) The day I had Leo was truly the best day on so many levels. Often times when I've heard people talk about the birth of their child, I think they are typically referring to the actual baby-comes-out and meeting them part. What I am referring to is the whole shbang. From the very first contraction to finally holding him in my arms. It was hard, yes, but I don't think that holding him in my arms would have been nearly as amazing without everything leading up to it. From start to finish, delivery and labor were absolutely amazing! Now, I had been preparing for years for the birth of my child - researching, reading, and envisioning what would happen. Birth has always been wondrously fascinating t

tears

I wouldn't say that I am an overly emotional person. I have always thought that I am pretty well in tune with them and they rarely get the better of me in situations. My logic is usually able to balance things out. Yesterday, I was watching a show and there was a ballet scene featuring one single dancer on the stage. She radiated strength, passion, and was so full of life. It was so incredibly beautiful and as silly as it sounds, it brought tears to my eyes. When I was younger, I can remember my Mom getting teary eyed over everything. We could be watching a movie or tv show and she would be wiping her eyes over a beautiful song, reuniting of a family, a piece of music, anything. I remember always thinking that it was so silly. Call it genetics, but I now do the same thing. Maybe it's growing up and being more secure in who I am, but it happens, often. I am usually able to feel it coming on and quickly distract myself or think of something else when in a

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