<?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-4659656212317442912</id><updated>2011-07-30T17:38:12.725-07:00</updated><category term='YOU HAD ME AT HELLO'/><category term='How lucky am I to be in http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6o6EOA5Kdbo/SmoYNMVgniI/AAAAAAAAABg/7rIoMCmEJtI/s320/DSC03695.JPGthis family?'/><title type='text'>The Reeves Fam</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidandkristi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659656212317442912/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidandkristi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983149131952069402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6o6EOA5Kdbo/Smj_9BbpUFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cafFQgPvqBg/S220/IMG_0507b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659656212317442912.post-1349479924302527207</id><published>2009-07-24T12:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:11:50.848-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YOU HAD ME AT HELLO'/><title type='text'>YOU HAD ME AT HELLO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6o6EOA5Kdbo/SmoUZoYkYzI/AAAAAAAAABA/w1T6A7erZqw/s320/DSC03700.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362120736907748146" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have often wondered what it was about that skinny, tall, long jawed boy walking down the halls of Timpview High School that made me instantly and deeply fall in love.  Was it the always in style sweaters and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;immaculate&lt;/span&gt; style?  Could it have been the way I saw other girls look at him and wish that he would give them some attention?  Or, maybe it was how I felt every single time I have ever seen him do anything athletic....my heart would swell and I would find myself wishing instantly that whatever he was doing would end so that I could be near him.  Maybe it was his generous laugh, or his smooth speech.  Maybe it was his perfect smile and stunning eyes.  Maybe it was my fascination of the fact that I had never seen his hair messy.&lt;div&gt;No, I don't think it was any of those things....although they helped, I think I have it figured out.  It is the way he makes me feel when I am with him.  Somehow, someway, he always makes me feel like he wants to be near me.  He makes me feel like he thinks I am hilarious (which by the way was a great quality my own dad had), he makes me feel like if I leave, somehow things just aren't going to be as good.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a great quality to have.  What a great person to fall in love with.  W&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hat a great way to spend the rest of eternity.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Babe!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6o6EOA5Kdbo/SmoUZUr1h5I/AAAAAAAAAA4/oCH9qEhGDPM/s320/DSC03205_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362120731619854226" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6o6EOA5Kdbo/SmoUZ879O2I/AAAAAAAAABI/O8cWffgt0fs/s320/DSC03243_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362120742424886114" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4659656212317442912-1349479924302527207?l=davidandkristi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://davidandkristi.blogspot.com/feeds/1349479924302527207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://davidandkristi.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-had-me-at-hello.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659656212317442912/posts/default/1349479924302527207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4659656212317442912/posts/default/1349479924302527207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://davidandkristi.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-had-me-at-hello.html' title='YOU HAD ME AT HELLO!'/><author><name>Kristi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13983149131952069402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6o6EOA5Kdbo/Smj_9BbpUFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/cafFQgPvqBg/S220/IMG_0507b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6o6EOA5Kdbo/SmoUZoYkYzI/AAAAAAAAABA/w1T6A7erZqw/s72-c/DSC03700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4659656212317442912.post-226963899378134515</id><published>2009-07-23T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:20:51.757-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How lucky am I to be in http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6o6EOA5Kdbo/SmoYNMVgniI/AAAAAAAAABg/7rIoMCmEJtI/s320/DSC03695.JPGthis family?'/><title type='text'>How lucky am I to be in this family?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6o6EOA5Kdbo/SmofO99mx-I/AAAAAAAAACA/arou53AYcBs/s320/DSC03800.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362132648349583330" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6o6EOA5Kdbo/SmoYOXnycsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3nBcYU3h8vM/s320/DSC03803.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362124941476131522" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;A Question I have asked myself often and I found myself asking it again this week...."Why was I so lucky to be put in the greatest family on earth?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;We just had our "Ross Reunion&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;" and I loved every minute of it. I am like a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;child waiting for Christmas when it starts getting close to our family reunion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love to be around my siblings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love to be around their children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love to be around their spouses.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love to be wit&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;h my&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt; parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;I love my own little family to be around all of these people as well.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;I feel like they are the kind of people that I would want my children to be like.  I have been trying to figure out why I love to be around them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt; There are two common denominators in every possible scenario.  Mom.....and.....Dad!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;As I watched mom and dad swing in the hyper swing, cruise across the zipline, laugh hysterically at funny jokes...and some that weren't even that funny.  I watched them treat every single person there as if they were the most important person there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt; I noticed that they never need to get away from all the "chaos", in fact, they are usually where the biggest crowd was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;I noticed that they loved everyone's meal, game, and especially their children. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt; I noticed how they quietly but constantly helped anyone who needed it and I figured it out this week.....  The reason I LOVE to be with my family is that all of them have grown up to be just like Mom and Dad.  And so, I ask myself again "how was I so lucky to end up in greatest family on earth?&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6o6EOA5Kdbo/SmoYOXnycsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/3nBcYU3h8vM/s1600-h/DSC03803.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6o6EOA5Kdbo/SmoYMv57Q1I/AAAAAAAAABY/ytk4CHrVIJY/s320/DSC03659.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362124913634919250" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;At 7-Peaks with our kids.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6o6EOA5Kdbo/SmoYNMVgniI/AAAAAAAAABg/7rIoMCmEJtI/s320/DSC03695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362124921266806306" style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Brett, always ready for a photo:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6o6EOA5Kdbo/Sm4IqLZzV-I/AAAAAAAAACI/Kaj-JvdB0bE/s1600-h/DSC03707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6o6EOA5Kdbo/Sm4IqLZzV-I/AAAAAAAAACI/Kaj-JvdB0bE/s320/DSC03707.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363233726953379810" style="cursor: pointer; 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