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Week 7: Birthday and more second time around

February, as it turns out - is really a very festive month for our small family. Particularly between the 7th and the 16th. We had a fun Valentine's Day and enjoyed the kind cards from good folks. Kassie's birthday was great - though she was a wee bit sick. She got some new scriptures with her full name inscribed on them! Wahoo!


Flowers and cards dot our little table that sits by our little everything else. As I said - things are festive and we are grateful for such caring family and friends.


We went to the Holocaust Museum yesterday, and if Kas is feeling alright we will probably go see the reading room in the Library of Congress tomorrow, or if the weather is nice enough we will go to old town Alexandria.

We saw the Vietnam wall, and walked home on the path that we normally go running on in the morning. There is a nice view of the old bridge and the Potomac.

The Potomac

Things are going well - though I hope Kas gets feeling better soon. We love you all!

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  1. Happy Birthday Kassie! I loved the Holocaust museum and the Vietnam Memorial. You guys are on holy ground there. Hope you feel better too Kas. It makes you grateful for your health, eh?

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  2. I am blown away by the awesome things you guys are able to do while there. Sorry abou the sickness--we've been sick here in our house for nearly 3 weeks now! Happy b-day we love you both.

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