tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19080508.post115146013408701586..comments2007-04-12T18:19:20.108-07:00Another Day in my Lifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03075845510424097371noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19080508.post-1151519126974283162006-06-28T11:25:00.000-07:002006-06-28T11:25:00.000-07:00Hi Sandy,<BR/><BR/>Very nice post. I to like the storms of summer, day or night. They leave a freshness about them after they have passed. I am sure it is the same down there, but up here there is a quietness just before the storm hits. No crickets, or sounds of the night, but after the storm has gone, they slowly come back rejoicing in the gift of the rain and what it nourishes.<BR/><BR/>On another note, how is that new nephew of yours doing. Haven't heard after I spoke with Jeni the day after Kyle was born.<BR/><BR/>Take care of yourself and Amanda.<BR/><BR/>Love Ya. DadDanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06558360169910690677noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19080508.post-1151518868547103562006-06-28T11:21:00.000-07:002006-06-28T11:21:00.000-07:00If I could go anywhere I think I might go to Ireland. It always seemed like magical place to me and so green. After that maybe Italy. I guess I first need to figure out how to get Michael on a plane.<BR/><BR/>DanielleAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com