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Well, we closed on the house successfully! Now let the actual work begin.  I'm going to be posting pictures, updates, etc. throughout the process.  I know, you're on the edge of your seat, you can hardly wait. 

Well, you'll have to wait until at least Monday because I'll be out of town this weekend.  It's Tomahawk time!  The girls on my Mom's side of the family are loading up in the morning to spend the night in Atlanta.  We are all avid Braves fans, and have tickets for Saturday afternoon's game.  Let's hope they play better at home than they did on the road the last couple of weeks.  It's been ugly as of late.

My dream is that one day Cohen will play for the Braves, and I'll have season tickets.  Not that I'd ever be the kind of Mom to push my dreams onto my child, forcing him to play a sport he doesn't like just for my sake.  I will say, for a two and a half year old he swings the bat quite well already.  My dream may become a reality yet.

In other news, I did meet with a doctor yesterday afternoon to start a medication to help me lose some of this weight.  To those who would be all, "that's cheating" and "it won't be as satisfying not doing it the 'hard' way", I say I don't care how it comes off as long as it comes off!  It's not my intention to abandon healthy eating and exercise, this is just to supplement/kick start the process.  Matt and I want to add to our family, and it's important that I be able to have a healthy, smooth pregnancy.  While losing 40 lbs. won't guarantee that outcome, it can't hurt.

Now that we've talked about all the superficial stuff, I will totally shift and tell you that you should read this blog post by Ann Voskamp.  I believe that God places different burdens/ministries/etc. on each of our hearts, and that where I may feel led to give and minister may not be in Africa, or Haiti, or wherever.  However, I think that Ann's continued reminder that "The only way to care for the disadvantaged – is to disadvantage yourself –which is guaranteed to turn out for your advantage" is quite remarkable.  I think I'm afraid to ask God what He wants of me because I'm afraid to hear the answer.  I'm afraid the answer will involve making myself unconformable in order to be obedient.  In fact, I'd just about guarantee that it would make me super uncomfortable.  Just some words for thought.

Have a great weekend!

Katye

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