<?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-4436709630498558563</id><updated>2011-07-29T00:42:33.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountains O' Things</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainsothings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436709630498558563/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainsothings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15378241709904474811</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4436709630498558563.post-7978946968313581269</id><published>2009-12-28T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T08:23:39.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You don't have to...I will</title><content type='html'>So, I realized, in conversation with my mother this week that I have in many ways been avoiding my blog this semester.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think this has been mainly due, in all honesty, to the fact that these past few months have in many ways felt scattered.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A blog, to the eye, is so structured – there’s the standard format: a heading, a body of text, pictures interspersed between.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What’s been going on inside and around me has felt at times, utterly chaotic – and, utterly resistant to conforming to the virtual world. &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There have been all sorts of changes in my life over these past few months.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For starters – I’ve moved – again.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This time it is to the &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Northeastern United States&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In my Southern mind I have crossed the border.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am in Yankee territory.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is a whole other culture, really.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am surrounded by shopping outlets, suburbs and highways – I catch myself at times looking for those vast expanses of corn fields.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When driving down any major road, I have to go right to go left.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can’t pump my own gas.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have to pay to park.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At times I long for a “hello” wave from a passer on the street or a smile from a store clerk.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And, really, people are friendly here, it’s just a different type of friendliness – it’s just an adjustment from the friendliness that trickles out of the slow steady pace of Southern life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There have been all sorts of emotional changes in this semester as well.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve realized that in many ways, I am still grieving over my departure from my &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Belfast&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; family.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At times I catch myself wishing for a pair of ruby slippers that will somehow magically transport me back to that place where the children of Ballybeen beckoned for my undivided attention. I long for conversations over cups of tea and biscuits. &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I even find myself missing long bus rides and potato dishes of all kinds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;I’m having to make new friends.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not to say that this isn’t going well – in fact, it’s going quite well.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s just that all of them are roughly my age, and a good majority of them share my beliefs and values.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not exactly the reality I faced each day last year.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yes, friendships have blossomed in many ways this semester, yet some of them feel estranged, especially those friendships exposed to distance and other such circumstances.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;I, and I know that I’m not alone in this, have several points over this semester seriously questioned my call to ministry.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have (probably much at the rolling of God’s eyes, because God does have a sense of humor) rattled off excuses: I am just not a good enough speaker, I don’t see myself as a leader, I don’t understand scripture well enough, and the list goes on…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;But even in the midst of the changes and what has sometimes felt chaotic, there have been moments of beautiful, God-given peace – and they’ve come in some of the most unexpected ways and in the most unexpected forms.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial;font-family:arial;" &gt;One of these moments, for instance, was simply doing my homework.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A book that was chosen for the Introduction to Old Testament course this semester was &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Getting Involved with God&lt;/span&gt; by Ellen Davis.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I really enjoyed many of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Davis&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;’ commentaries on the different books of the Bible, but the one that struck a chord with me was her commentary on the book of Jeremiah.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Something unique to the book of Jeremiah, as &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Davis&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; appropriately points out, is the notion of lament.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jeremiah vehemently cries out in anger toward God and challenges God throughout the biblical text.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That the compilers of the Jewish canon chose to incorporate Jeremiah into the Old Testament speaks great volumes to a profound theological idea: anger is ok.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In fact, it’s needed for full healing and forgiveness.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It helps us better understand ourselves and move forward.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Actually, as &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Davis&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; also points out, Jeremiah (and also so many of the Psalms) point toward the wisdom literature of Ecclesiastes: “There is a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing.” ~ Ecclesiastes 3.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" face="arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" face="arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" face="arial"&gt;Before I had gotten to seminary, I had never fully considered anger in this light.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My perception of anger has for so very long been an emotion that is not meant to be long or given much face to.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m discovering that I have trouble pinpointing where this conception comes from – sometimes I think it has to do with my Southern raising.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;However, I know that my misconception of it has affected those that I love in harmful ways and at times has caused me at times to act irrationally and on impulse.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" face="arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" face="arial"&gt;Needless to say, sometimes simply opening up my homework assignment in seminary has proved more beneficial and enriching than I might have expected on several occasions, and I give thanks for these moments.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial" face="arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Praise is also due in the fact that I have had a well-paying and fulfilling job this first semester of seminary.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have been working as a part-time personal assistant for a local professor who is in the middle of a divorce and who suffers from multiple health problems.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;On a weekly basis, I run grocery errands, collect children from school, type letters of recommendation and do various odds and ends around the house.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I find that a great majority of my time is spent just listening – listening to past and present hurts and frustrations of a broken lengthy marriage.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It has been a truly learning experience in gathering the words of comfort and consolation to administer when they are needed.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I return to campus every time feeling ironically at peace and filled in a way that I have not known.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am curious to see what God is going to do with this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Praise is also due to the fact that my health has been well.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My stomach has been doing wonderfully after a long battle this summer to feel normal again.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am even more thankful for the fact that I have been able to reduce my levels of anxiety, particularly about schoolwork (something that has proved a challenge for me in the past).&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I feel like I am absorbing so much, and I feel at peace as I hear God saying: &lt;i&gt;“You don’t have to worry Hannah – I am with you, and I will be always.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;I give thanks also for the presence of my YAV friends at Princeton. It has been a blessing to have people around me who are going through the same adjustments I am and who will genuinely listen and identify with my longings to be back on another continent at times. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Praise and thanks are also due to God for all of the family, friends and loved ones who have been supporting me and praying for me during this first step of my seminary journey.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I count myself so very blessed to have the support and prayers of those of First Presbyterian Church, &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Lynchburg&lt;/st1:city&gt; and those of &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Dundonald&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Methodist&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Church&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Belfast&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A special thanks goes up for my grandmother who has been in many ways a prayer warrior on my behalf this semester.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Also praise is extended for a mother who calls and wakes me up every morning and a father who keeps rooting for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Blessings,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;Hannah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: arial"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&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/4436709630498558563-7978946968313581269?l=mountainsothings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mountainsothings.blogspot.com/feeds/7978946968313581269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mountainsothings.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-dont-have-toi-will.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436709630498558563/posts/default/7978946968313581269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4436709630498558563/posts/default/7978946968313581269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mountainsothings.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-dont-have-toi-will.html' title='You don&apos;t have to...I will'/><author><name>Hannah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15378241709904474811</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-4436709630498558563.post-811140309338908110</id><published>2009-08-12T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T19:01:27.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Shenanigans</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;These past three weeks at home have flown by so quickly, but they have been full of all sorts of traveling and family fun.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My family welcomed me with hugs and kisses when I arrived home in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Coleman Falls&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Virginia&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; on the 26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of July.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My brother, Caleb was especially excited about getting to resume his brotherly rituals of affection when I walked through the door.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When I made a move for the couch he was sure to join – just on top of me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mDctr3hpEE/SpG17q8a0XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e8aN9Be5f9U/s1600-h/IMG_3316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373275867174326642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1mDctr3hpEE/SpG17q8a0XI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e8aN9Be5f9U/s320/IMG_3316.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I arrived home not just to Mom, Dad, Rachel and Caleb, but also to Nicholas Guibaud, a visitor from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Lille&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nicholas is the nephew of a family that we have been exchanging children with over several years now.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nicholas’s cousin, Emilie Guibaud came to stay with us eight years ago, and I, in turn, went to visit her in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Annecy&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; when I was 16.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nicolas is my brother’s age, and he and Caleb hit it off quite well – especially when Caleb introduced him to Guitar Hero.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nicholas is a natural guitar player and the video game became one of his favorites during his three-week stay with us.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nicholas, if you’re reading this, please don’t tell your mother that that is all we Americans do for entertainment.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is just Caleb…I repeat, just Caleb.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Hehe.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We were all quite impressed with Nicholas’s English – much better than my five years of high school and two college semesters worth of French.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Our running joke was that Nicholas had a wider vocabulary than Caleb.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When you ask Caleb how dinner tastes, for example, he says in a low monotonous tone: “Goooood.”&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When you ask Nicholas how dinner tastes, he replies with enthusiasm: ‘Deleecious!’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mom and Dad decided that while Nicholas was here we should introduce him to as much as the Eastern seaboard as was possible.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Though he did not explicitly state it, Dad was also looking for some quality time to test his new GPS (which got us lost a couple of times in our journeys)…so, we all packed up the family van and headed to Baltimore, Maryland for a round of some authentic American baseball.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Eating plenty of peanuts and drinking lots of good-ole Coca-Cola we all watched the Boston Red Sox beat the Baltimore Orioles.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After the game we walked &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Baltimore&lt;/st1:city&gt;’s &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Inner&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Harbor&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; area – a really nice area to listen to some live music and watch ships go in and out this time of year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Next, we hopped in the car and headed down to our nation’s capital, &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Washington&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;D.C.&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We spent two days traversing the &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Washington&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; mall and Smithsonian museums.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nicholas enjoyed the Air &amp;amp; Space museum, the future engineer that he is came out in D.C.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Caleb, I think enjoyed all of the eating out.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;One of our stops was the ESPN restaurant – Caleb’s pick.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nicholas enjoyed another hamburger here – his favorite – he just couldn’t get enough of them while he was here!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After D.C., we made our way down to Dixieland.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dad’s brother, Thad owns a lake house on &lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;Lake&lt;/st1:placetype&gt; &lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;Sinclair&lt;/st1:placename&gt;, a couple of hours drive outside of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Atlanta&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Georgia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So, 22 Williams family members reunited for a few days of fun in the sun at the lake.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My cousin, Brandon, who is getting ready to head of to Georgia State this fall, was a good sport, and took us all for several rides on the jet ski and on the tube.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thad and Cindy have enormous floats on the lake that served as great sunning spots.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was ecstatic to find that most of them had a special spot for my five o’clock drink. ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;While at the lake, I also enjoyed getting to see my cousins who I hadn’t seen in a couple of years, and some who I hadn’t had the chance to meet!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My cousin, Julie, and her husband Joel, have, in the past year and a half adopted two beautiful children.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She has one biological daughter, Elena, who is five, and is as beautiful as can be, with the longest eyelashes you have ever seen!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Elena was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis when she was born, and has come remarkably far over the past few years.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She plays piano, is starting home schooling, and can sing The Little Mermaid unlike anyone I know!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ethan, Joel and Julie’s second child, looks just like Joel with dark eyes and dark hair, and has the most mischievious smile.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Emily is three months old and a blond-hair, blue-eyed ball of love with Williams dimples in her cheeks.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Needless to say, I had a great time getting to play with them and hold them all – they are all sooooo cute!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Jennifer, Julie’s sister also joined us at the house with her son, Will.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Will is a hoot and a half.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A fun fourth-grader this year, he has such an imagination and a great sense of humor.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;On an afternoon boat ride, Will transformed himself into a boat steward instructing everyone as to how they could secure their seatbelts and the steps to take should we all find ourselves in the midst of an emergency.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He is growing up so fast!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After saying our goodbyes in &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Georgia&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, we packed up the car, yet again, and headed to our family beach house on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Harkers Island&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;North Carolina&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; for a bit more fun in the sun with Nicholas in tow. (See a pattern yet? ;P) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our first few days at the beach, were, unfortunately rainy ones, but when the sun did decide to show its face, we were able to enjoy some of our traditional beach activities.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mom and Dad rigged up the family Flying Scott, and we sailed over to Shackleford Banks (a barrier island directly across from the house) for a day on the beach.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I caught up on some shelling and worked on my strawberry-vanilla tan &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During our stay at the beach we were joined by the Charvin family, French visitors who were staying with my Aunt Kakie and Uncle Bob.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The Charvin’s are relatives of Emilie Guibaud, who stayed with my family eight years ago.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Christine Charvin (the mother) has a twin sister (Annick) who is Emilie’s mother.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The Charvins have been exchanging children with my aunt and uncle for several years now as well.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My nineteen-year-old cousin Nathan, went to stay with the Charvins summer before last and had a wonderful time biking across &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;France&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; with Matthieu, the eldest boy of the Charvin children.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This time around the entire Charvin family came – all seven of them!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bernard and Christine Charvin have five children – Marie Sophie (who is my age and stayed with a friend of mine when Emilie came to visit), Matthieu, Olivier, Jean-Pierre, and Bruno.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Charvins were up for all of our beach adventures, and they entertained us with their wonderful sense of humor.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;All of the children sail and they all enjoy water sports, so the beach was a wonderful horizon of summer fun for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mDctr3hpEE/SpG5JJERu1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0tE3tBgkgE/s1600-h/Charvins+109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373279397133531986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1mDctr3hpEE/SpG5JJERu1I/AAAAAAAAAAU/n0tE3tBgkgE/s320/Charvins+109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;above pic - The Charvin Family, me &amp;amp; cousins - goofing around in the Beaufort Maritime Museum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think one of the most amusing parts of their stay was my uncle’s idea for a fishing adventure.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We loaded up the Scott with fishing gear (our Hancock motor boat was out of commission this summer) and headed out with a motor attached literally chasing the schools of fish.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He had me and Marie Sophie stand on the sides of the boat and point out moving schools of fish while the boys all frantically cast their lines in the direction of the schools.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So for an hour we puttered in between three docks waving our hands and fishing poles in fury at the fish we didn’t catch.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My uncle was perplexed at the fact that the fish weren’t biting the white fake bait he had bought at the store –he was sure it would catch a Spanish mackerel.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think, to tell the truth, that the fish weren’t thinking about biting at all, more like fleeing from the big white boat above them.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, yes, my summer has been full of wonderful events and people, and I’m looking forward to what is yet to come.&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Bring on &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Princeton&lt;/st1:place&gt;!&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Will write again soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Much love,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hannah&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="310" name="FLVPlayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="312" src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=" flashvars="&amp;amp;p=966a9e4ae569bf58cfe7d6&amp;amp;skin_id=1805&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" salign="LT" wmode="transparent" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; 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