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We wish you a warm holiday season and thank you for being a part of our lives. Those of you close and far, we love you all. Merry Christmas!

It was three years ago this week that Paul and I had our first date. I'm not one to celebrate every little occasion when it comes to relationships. However, from the first date I knew he was the one! I knew he was different, I was so excited that I couldn't eat or sleep. All I could think about was when and how I was going to see him again. Can you believe only three years ago? This week I had two tender experiences.
I used to have warts on my knees. I was so self-conscience that I hated wearing shorts and if I had to I would cover them with my hand. I remember praying so feverently saying, “ Heavenly Father, I have faith that you can make these disappear” I would shut my eyes so tight…wishing with “faith” and then open my eyes fully expecting to see them gone. I was always disappointed…I had to have them freezed off.
The band (do we call them a band?) All-4-one was my first tape I ever purchased. I loved “ I swear”…super cheesy. I will admit whenever I hear it I blare the music and sing along.
In college I wore boys underwear. They were so comfy, I loved them.
I am so cheap. I will literally debate in Wal-Mart whether or not I should get a pair of socks that are $.99. I will convince myself to get them, then a few minutes later usually ditch them behind on some isle. Opps, I know I shouldn’t do that but with two kids…you just can’t go and put back everything.
Speaking of cheap…I always reuse cards. I will cut up, glue or stamp over cute cards people give me. Ok…on certain things I am not that cheap. This summer I bought a pair of red Borne flip-flops and love them.
I love to throw things away, the less clutter the better. This drives Paul crazy. The other day on the way back from the temple we stopped to get gas. I threw away the directions thinking we didn’t need them anymore. A few minutes later Paul asked for the directions and I pretended to look. He pulled over and starting looking for it in the car…I couldn’t pretend anymore and I said I threw it away! He handled it better than expected…we finally found our way home.
As a young girl I was very shy. You might have thought that sweet Cyndi was practical perfect...well, so did I. Secretly, I was so vain. I remember looking in the mirror saying things like, "you are so much prettier than your older sister Amber" or "you clean the bathroom way better than anyone in this house". Amber will confirm that I was a very obedient...and also self righteous child.


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Whose afraid of these little ants? We are!