<?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-1404540838419643280</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:59:54.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mendez Moments</title><subtitle type='html'>A guy. A gal. A crazy cat. A precious baby girl. Welcome to our family.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-2077870796581112911</id><published>2012-01-02T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T09:12:07.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Special Birthday Wish</title><content type='html'>I want to send a very special birthday wish to little Colin Stuart.&amp;nbsp; Colin is the son of our friends the Stuart family and he would have been one year old today.&amp;nbsp; We know just how bittersweet today will be for the Stuart family and we hope that all of you will send a prayer there way.&amp;nbsp; They have been very instrumental in helping us get through our grief and personally has helped me to understand grief from a males perspective.&amp;nbsp; If it wasn't for Steven (Colin's daddy)&amp;nbsp;I don't know where I would be.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for all you have done Steven, you are a great friend!&amp;nbsp; I hope and pray your day becomes what you hope for it to be.&amp;nbsp; Know that we are here for you if you need anything.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;So again, if you can please send a prayer or well wish to the Stuart family today and make sure to wish little Colin a very happy birthday.&amp;nbsp; Happy birthday Colin!&amp;nbsp; I know that you and my precious little Zayana Grace are the best of friends in Heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From your friends on the west coast,&lt;br /&gt;Ernesto, Christina, Zayana Grace, &amp;amp; DeJuan Gabriel Mendez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you would like please check out Steven blog.&amp;nbsp; It can be found under our "Blog List" on the right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-2077870796581112911?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2077870796581112911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2012/01/very-special-birthday-wish.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/2077870796581112911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/2077870796581112911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2012/01/very-special-birthday-wish.html' title='A Very Special Birthday Wish'/><author><name>Z's Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361749759504092732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCeULsClU3Y/TneY1DG7A_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/L8paE71OyeQ/s220/Photo0186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-4564340753680813568</id><published>2012-01-02T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T08:55:39.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Zayana Videos</title><content type='html'>Good morning my little Munchers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its another day in a new year and I still miss you lots.&amp;nbsp; I know that this feeling will never go away and I actually hope I never will.&amp;nbsp; I know that as time passes the pain will be easier to deal with, it more of incorporating it into my normal everyday life.&amp;nbsp; Mommy is here to and I can tell she is thinking of you.&amp;nbsp; She always has this look on her face when shes thinking of her precious little Z. She also says hi.&amp;nbsp; I just wanted you to know that I am posting more of your videos for all the world to see.&amp;nbsp; I want everyone to know you and just how special you really are.&amp;nbsp; Take care mija.&amp;nbsp; Daddy loves you and miss you everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always and Forever,&lt;br /&gt;Your loving Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/M1G44IYKpxM/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M1G44IYKpxM?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M1G44IYKpxM?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/dUKxHBAwYxg/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dUKxHBAwYxg?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dUKxHBAwYxg?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/c9Lu6jAjbPY/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/c9Lu6jAjbPY?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/c9Lu6jAjbPY?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These videos and others can be found on our YouTube page "Mendez Family TV".&amp;nbsp; You can also click on link on the right under the label "Links".&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-4564340753680813568?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4564340753680813568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-zayana-videos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/4564340753680813568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/4564340753680813568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2012/01/more-zayana-videos.html' title='More Zayana Videos'/><author><name>Z's Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361749759504092732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCeULsClU3Y/TneY1DG7A_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/L8paE71OyeQ/s220/Photo0186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-2708540592789276044</id><published>2012-01-02T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T01:10:42.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 1, 2011</title><content type='html'>Dearest Munchers,&lt;br /&gt;Today a year ago a miracle happened.&amp;nbsp; Today a year ago after 9 days of wondering if you would live to see another day we were able to take you home.&amp;nbsp; I remember it so clear. Today a year ago we had so much hope and joy.&amp;nbsp; We just knew that you were going to beat all the odds.&amp;nbsp; We knew what you were capable of.&amp;nbsp; Today a year ago was the beginning of the best 4 months of my life.&amp;nbsp; It was you, me, and your mommy together making the best of everything.&amp;nbsp; I'm sorry that we were stressed and tired and didn't know exactly what to do.&amp;nbsp; But as always you taught us what to do and we became true parents that night.&amp;nbsp; That was the first time we were on our own with you.&amp;nbsp; At time I wonder how we made it and then I think of how far you came in those 9 days.&amp;nbsp; You taught us how.&amp;nbsp; Thank you mija for all of your wonderful gifts.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for being my daughter.&amp;nbsp; I love you and miss you lots Zayana Grace! Happy New Year mija!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always and Forever, &lt;br /&gt;Your Loving Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are slideshows for the 27th to the 31st.&amp;nbsp; You can also click on the link to the right that will take you to all of the photo albums on Picasa.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F101604625278701430555%2Falbumid%2F5692829392207630385%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCMjchJidgZyWcQ%26hl%3Den_US" height="267" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F101604625278701430555%2Falbumid%2F5692830616663818289%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCOWAwI3zp7ftIw%26hl%3Den_US" height="267" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F101604625278701430555%2Falbumid%2F5692832350267353505%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCMq-qtzAtvj2Hw%26hl%3Den_US" height="267" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F101604625278701430555%2Falbumid%2F5692833924706878257%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCJvigZKd_4XBNg%26hl%3Den_US" height="267" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-2708540592789276044?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2708540592789276044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-1-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/2708540592789276044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/2708540592789276044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2012/01/january-1-2011.html' title='January 1, 2011'/><author><name>Z's Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361749759504092732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCeULsClU3Y/TneY1DG7A_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/L8paE71OyeQ/s220/Photo0186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-5353525422252478258</id><published>2012-01-01T01:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T01:59:14.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here we are into 2012 and it still does not feel different. I am hoping that 2012 will be a better year. I already know it is. Chris and I are having a quite night at home thinking about the last year and our future in the next. Its been a somber night, quite a bit of sadness, and a lot of soul searching. We miss our precious Zayana Grace and look forward to our son DeJuan Gabriel. Holding each other, crying, feeling on momma's belly feeling DJ move. It was a good New Years Eve.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We hope everyone is having a good New Years Eve. We are thinking of everyone tonight, especially the ones who have also lost thier little ones. We hope that your 2012 is a better year than 2011. We love you all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mommy and daddy miss you so much baby girl. We hope that you can help mommy, daddy, and lil brother DJ have a good 2012. We love you Munchers! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-5353525422252478258?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5353525422252478258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/5353525422252478258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/5353525422252478258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-year.html' title='The New Year'/><author><name>Z's Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361749759504092732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCeULsClU3Y/TneY1DG7A_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/L8paE71OyeQ/s220/Photo0186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-1992351205478547216</id><published>2011-12-30T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T16:32:52.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 24, 2010 Slideshow</title><content type='html'>Here is the slideshow for the 24th, Zayana's second day on this Earth.&amp;nbsp; She had lots of family come and visit her this day and while each person came in with low spirits, they left feeling full of hope.&amp;nbsp; I swear that she is smiling in some of the pictures!&amp;nbsp; Love you&amp;nbsp; Munchers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F101604625278701430555%2Falbumid%2F5691385289956278129%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCK3D75u75MHMfQ%26hl%3Den_US" height="267" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-1992351205478547216?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1992351205478547216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-24-2010-slideshow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/1992351205478547216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/1992351205478547216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-24-2010-slideshow.html' title='December 24, 2010 Slideshow'/><author><name>Z's Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361749759504092732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCeULsClU3Y/TneY1DG7A_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/L8paE71OyeQ/s220/Photo0186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-1895398135902963239</id><published>2011-12-30T15:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T16:33:10.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 23, 2010 Slideshow</title><content type='html'>The Christmas season is now offically over and things are starting to get back to "normal" for Chris and I.&amp;nbsp; We had some tough times over the holiday week, especially on Christmas Eve and New Years Eve.&amp;nbsp; As promised here are Zayana's pictures from when she was born. I will be posting more pictures and videos later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2F101604625278701430555%2Falbumid%2F5691380822060938673%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26authkey%3DGv1sRgCKez4ovAvu7rQQ%26hl%3Den_US" height="267" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hope you enjoy this slideshow.&amp;nbsp; Click on it and it will take you to the Picasa Web Album. Mommy and daddy miss you lots Munchers!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-1895398135902963239?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1895398135902963239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-23-2010-slideshow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/1895398135902963239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/1895398135902963239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-23-2010-slideshow.html' title='December 23, 2010 Slideshow'/><author><name>Z's Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361749759504092732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCeULsClU3Y/TneY1DG7A_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/L8paE71OyeQ/s220/Photo0186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-2739116005242873021</id><published>2011-12-25T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T12:19:39.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 24th and 25th, 2010</title><content type='html'>On December 24th I was able to compose myself and finally remember to record some video of our Z.&amp;nbsp; I remember this day specifically because she was more awake on this day than the 23rd and more responsive as you will see in the video.&amp;nbsp; On this day we also had our phone consult with the geneticist.&amp;nbsp; I will to my dying day remembers that conversation.&amp;nbsp; This is when we were told that Zayana Grace did have Osteogensis Imperfecta and that her diagnosis was dire.&amp;nbsp; We were told that the likely hood of her survival was minimal and that we probably did not have long with her, maybe a couple of days.&amp;nbsp; As you can believe it was very heartbreaking.&amp;nbsp; I remember one specific conversation with the doctors where I asked if we would be able to take her home.&amp;nbsp; Their response was "Lets take it one day at a time."&amp;nbsp; Hearing that my heart just sank.&amp;nbsp; Chris and I were just devastated.&amp;nbsp; We sat there and cried for what seemed like a couple of hours thinking that the miracle we just received was going to be taken away.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of our heartbreak we decided to try to compose ourselves and be strong for our little girl. We wiped away the tears and walked back over to her crib.&amp;nbsp; It seemed like one of the longest walk of our lives.&amp;nbsp; And to hour surprise our little Z was awake and she seemed to know that we needed to be consoled, that we were the ones that needed to be picked up.&amp;nbsp; I remember the look she gave us when we got to her crib.&amp;nbsp; It was magical.&amp;nbsp; She looked at us as to tell us, "I'm OK mom and dad, things will be fine."&amp;nbsp; From then on we just knew that no matter what was said of our Z she would perceive and fight till the end.&amp;nbsp; From then on we had hope.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 24th&amp;nbsp; Zayana had lots of visitors.&amp;nbsp; All of them coming in with glum hopes and prepared to say their goodbyes.&amp;nbsp; They left with uplifted hearts and more hope than they could imagine.&amp;nbsp; This was her gift to everyone that Christmas.&amp;nbsp; My dad was a big recipient of her gift.&amp;nbsp; I remember just how devastated he was when I told him the news that she may not live long.&amp;nbsp; I had never seen him like this before, even when his father passed away.&amp;nbsp; He just could not believe that his precious granddaughter Zayana Grace was on this Earth for a limited time.&amp;nbsp; He was one of the first people I brought in to see Z.&amp;nbsp; In the video you can see just how happy she made him.&amp;nbsp; She gave him the gift of hope.&amp;nbsp; Thank you little Zayana Grace for giving your grandpa this gift.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Zayana Grace's second day on this Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/PbWx9mzL1bk/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PbWx9mzL1bk?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PbWx9mzL1bk?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;On the 24th we also had Zayana baptized.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/G6egm0xWWXg/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/G6egm0xWWXg?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/G6egm0xWWXg?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;After a long day, Christmas came and we were a bit tired.&amp;nbsp; But we were still very thankful that our little Z was still here and this is when Chris and I started our tradition of singing "Happy Birthday" to Zayana at 12:47am of every morning she was here.&amp;nbsp; We did not get it on video but here we are waiting to sing to her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/EVHwqq_HEhA/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EVHwqq_HEhA?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EVHwqq_HEhA?version=3&amp;f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-2739116005242873021?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2739116005242873021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-24th-and-25th-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/2739116005242873021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/2739116005242873021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/12/december-24th-and-25th-2010.html' title='December 24th and 25th, 2010'/><author><name>Z's Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361749759504092732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCeULsClU3Y/TneY1DG7A_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/L8paE71OyeQ/s220/Photo0186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-359797187804800393</id><published>2011-12-25T00:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T00:46:38.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Merry christmas Munchers, daddy and mommy miss you very much! You would have looked so pretty in your Christmas dress. Love you mija!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-qQdQYS655V0/Tvbi7SbM3EI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3NJKFtrmqew/2011-12-25%25252000.36.07.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-359797187804800393?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/359797187804800393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/359797187804800393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/359797187804800393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Z's Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361749759504092732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCeULsClU3Y/TneY1DG7A_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/L8paE71OyeQ/s220/Photo0186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-qQdQYS655V0/Tvbi7SbM3EI/AAAAAAAAAFY/3NJKFtrmqew/s72-c/2011-12-25%25252000.36.07.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-5117538797680572771</id><published>2011-12-24T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T15:29:08.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Z's Memory</title><content type='html'>Since Z's passing Chris and I have talked about what we were going to do to memorialize our daughter.&amp;nbsp; We know that we wanted to give back as we recieved so much love, help, and inspiration throughout her short life.&amp;nbsp; We wanted to help educate and infom others about Z's life and what she was facing.&amp;nbsp; Since then we have become advocates for speaking out about Osteogensis Imperfecta (OI) in numerous ways.&amp;nbsp; We participated in Bloomsday not long after her passing and talked to everyone we could about OI.&amp;nbsp; We wore yelow t-shirts with her pictures to help raise awareness for &lt;a href="http://www.wishboneday.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Wishbone Day&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Chris established "&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/FromZwithLove" target="_blank"&gt;From Z With Love&lt;/a&gt;" to help new parents with OI children learn more about the condition and let them know that they were not alone in thier struggles.&amp;nbsp; We have also become very active in &lt;a href="http://www.briefencounters.org/home/" target="_blank"&gt;Brief Encounters&lt;/a&gt;, a support group we attend for bereaved parents.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on her birthday we did our daughter the greatest honor we thought possible.&amp;nbsp; We decided to collect items for the St. Vincents NICU where she spend her first 9 days.&amp;nbsp; We colleced items from blankets to toys and donated them all to the NICU.&amp;nbsp; Chris called it "Zayana's Birthday Bash" and we celebrated her birthday in the place she was born.&amp;nbsp; It felt really good to give back on such a grand scale.&amp;nbsp; I think it helped us get through the day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the KGW story they ran on us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.kgw.com/templates/belo_embedWrapper.js?storyid=136168173&amp;amp;pos=top&amp;amp;swfw=470"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="264" id="bimvidplayer0" width="470"&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;param value="true" name="allowfullscreen"/&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"/&gt; 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You helped to make it such a success.&amp;nbsp; Again thank you all and we look forward to Z' B-day Bash 2012!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you and miss you so much Zayana Grace!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hEYwrlEH7U8/TvaNExiCdbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/V81dHabPGSY/s1600/DSC00010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hEYwrlEH7U8/TvaNExiCdbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/V81dHabPGSY/s400/DSC00010.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CGM2mmRfDRk/TvaNIhp3JvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BPtu0axY__0/s1600/DSC00011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CGM2mmRfDRk/TvaNIhp3JvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BPtu0axY__0/s400/DSC00011.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-5117538797680572771?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5117538797680572771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-zs-memory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/5117538797680572771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/5117538797680572771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-zs-memory.html' title='In Z&apos;s Memory'/><author><name>Z's Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361749759504092732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCeULsClU3Y/TneY1DG7A_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/L8paE71OyeQ/s220/Photo0186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hEYwrlEH7U8/TvaNExiCdbI/AAAAAAAAAFI/V81dHabPGSY/s72-c/DSC00010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-3960730824421330154</id><published>2011-12-23T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T17:58:18.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Year in Retrospect</title><content type='html'>A year ago our daughter Zayana Grace was born.&amp;nbsp; Its hard to imagine that a year has passed since that early morning on December 23rd.&amp;nbsp; Everyday I replay that day in my head and it helps to bring me comfort in this harsh reality that she is no longer here with us.&amp;nbsp; It brings me conform because for me its like hitting the reset button and starting over.&amp;nbsp; Once I go back to the day of her birth, I have another 16 weeks to live with her.&amp;nbsp; I know that it will never bring back my daughter.&amp;nbsp; I know that I am currently just filling the void that was left in my heart when she left.&amp;nbsp; But for the rest of my life I will "reset" my mind to the 23rd of December and that faithful morning where I was able to first hear her little cry, be able to see that little swollen face of hers, and to be able to hold her once more.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago I started to take pictures and videos of Zayana in order to have them forever and show her just how much she had overcome.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say they along with my memories are all I have left of her.&amp;nbsp; A friend of mine who also lost a child once said that he counted all of the picture he had and was both amazed and saddened by the number of pictures he had.&amp;nbsp; Amazed in the number he was able to get during his all to short two month life and saddened that he was not able to take&amp;nbsp;more and that he should have taken more.&amp;nbsp; I too feel the same right now.&amp;nbsp; I am so happy that I have all of these pictures and videos to look at but I wish I was able to take more or that I should have taken more.&amp;nbsp; I know there are days that I did not pick up the camera because I felt like I didn't need to take a picture.&amp;nbsp; I now second guess that decision.&amp;nbsp; I should have taken more.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last year I have kept a lot of these pics and vids to myself.&amp;nbsp; They have been mainly for my wife and I to look at when we needed reminders of our precious Z.&amp;nbsp; Some family and friends have seen them but not all of them.&amp;nbsp; I know that has been somewhat selfish of me but I can't help it, she was MY little girl and these pictures were OURS.&amp;nbsp; But as time passed I decided to myself that I would not hold that all in anymore and I promised to Z that I would show everyone just how beautiful she was.&amp;nbsp; As of today and for the next 16 weeks I will be living Zayana&amp;nbsp;Grace's life here on the blog.&amp;nbsp; I will post as many pictures and videos as I can.&amp;nbsp; I will show everyone Zayana Grace in all her glory.&amp;nbsp; I think this will help in my healing and in the healing of others.&amp;nbsp; I am in the process of creating a channel on YouTube and posting all of her videos there and creating slide shows of her pictures for all to see.&amp;nbsp; Zayana deserves it. Everyone else deserves it.&amp;nbsp; So from today on I will post corresponding pictures and videos from the days that she was here.&amp;nbsp; I have a couple of pics and videos for the 23rd and 24th and I will soon post them.&amp;nbsp; And every day until that faithful day in April&amp;nbsp;I will post.&amp;nbsp; I love you my precious Zayana Grace!&amp;nbsp; Daddy misses you so much Munchers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-3960730824421330154?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/3960730824421330154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/12/year-in-retrospect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/3960730824421330154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/3960730824421330154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/12/year-in-retrospect.html' title='A Year in Retrospect'/><author><name>Z's Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361749759504092732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCeULsClU3Y/TneY1DG7A_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/L8paE71OyeQ/s220/Photo0186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-5311207218049258449</id><published>2011-12-23T00:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T00:56:53.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy birthday to the prettiest, smartest little girl I know.&amp;#160; At 12:47am one year ago today you changed our lives for the better. We love you and miss you so much Munchers! Hapoy birthday to my dear Zayana Grace Mendez! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-5311207218049258449?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5311207218049258449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/5311207218049258449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/5311207218049258449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Z's Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361749759504092732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCeULsClU3Y/TneY1DG7A_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/L8paE71OyeQ/s220/Photo0186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-1717300692470267980</id><published>2011-11-23T10:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T10:29:08.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 11 month birthday Muncher! We love you and miss you lots baby girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-1717300692470267980?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1717300692470267980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-11-month-birthday-muncher-we-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/1717300692470267980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/1717300692470267980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-11-month-birthday-muncher-we-love.html' title=''/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-1303931306900547686</id><published>2011-10-11T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T12:31:13.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Mommy's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My Sweet Little Girl Zayana Grace,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Hi Munchers!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Lasttime I wrote you was on your 9 month birthday and to tell you of your littlebrother.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Today I want to talk to youabout another special day for us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Thatspecial day is October 10th. You know why it’s so special?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It’s because this is your mommy’sbirthday.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Yea that right, your mommy hada birthday yesterday.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately it wasn’ta completely happy birthday.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Your mommywas sad yesterday because she missed you so much.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t mean to say that its your faultlittle one, because its not.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;To behonest everyday without you is a sad day, which makes special days likeyesterday even harder.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Let me tell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;you alittle about what we did to celebrate your Mommy's birthday.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;On Friday we went to one of our most favorite places in theworld, Manzanita.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We decided to take aweekend trip to the coast and spend some time to ourselves.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Of course we brought you along with ustoo.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;While we know your spirit is alwayswith us we also brought along our “Munchers Vision”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You know Munchers Vision, it’s the digitalframe we have with all of your pictures.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Mommy and daddy never go away without bringing our Munchers Vision alongwith us. As always it helps us to see all of your beautiful picture.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-XyC62Pry5hg/TpSPX3dpc8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/tekg1wV6KuI/camera%252520-%252520Tom%25252CScratches%25252CGrunge1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-XyC62Pry5hg/TpSPX3dpc8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/tekg1wV6KuI/camera%252520-%252520Tom%25252CScratches%25252CGrunge1.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-tuwfNpSpke8/TpSPZY6PK_I/AAAAAAAAACg/eoXPpy9_HWI/p20111008-144631.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-tuwfNpSpke8/TpSPZY6PK_I/AAAAAAAAACg/eoXPpy9_HWI/p20111008-144631.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We spent the majority of the weekend just being.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;With our busy lives and our opposite scheduleyour mommy and daddy don’t really get enough time to be together.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So on weekends like this we just like to betogether and try to relax.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We walkedaround the small town.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We walked alongthe beach when it was not raining. (BTW-thanks for the sunshine on Saturday!) &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;And as we always do, we talked about you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We love to talk about you Munchers!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We laughed and we cried.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Together, we missed our little girl.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-mFKsIktZzWI/TpSPmffA_xI/AAAAAAAAACw/Mom1jxjnVlo/shot_1318106429292.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-mFKsIktZzWI/TpSPmffA_xI/AAAAAAAAACw/Mom1jxjnVlo/shot_1318106429292.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Mommy was also able to write your name on the beach.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She loves to do that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Every time we go to the beach, she writesyour name in the sand.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I think it helpsher.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She just writes your name sobeautifully.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Beautiful writing for abeautiful name. After she was done we just stood there and admired yourname.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We said a few words, we shed somemore tears, and we told you just how much we missed you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t think we can ever tell enough justhow much we miss you!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/--vcKhE6swlQ/TpSPW2EM_WI/AAAAAAAAACI/IxgQ65qoaVQ/2011-10-10%25252010.50.18%252520-%252520Tom%25252CVignette%25252CPeri1.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/--vcKhE6swlQ/TpSPW2EM_WI/AAAAAAAAACI/IxgQ65qoaVQ/2011-10-10%25252010.50.18%252520-%252520Tom%25252CVignette%25252CPeri1.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-G3a7VhxgVCw/TpSPYhcDqHI/AAAAAAAAACY/gRiG4z-zqXE/p20111010-141552.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-G3a7VhxgVCw/TpSPYhcDqHI/AAAAAAAAACY/gRiG4z-zqXE/p20111010-141552.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-wspj-iSfRDc/TpSPfElM8YI/AAAAAAAAACo/t3G9ISypuXQ/2011-10-10%25252010.50.44.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-wspj-iSfRDc/TpSPfElM8YI/AAAAAAAAACo/t3G9ISypuXQ/2011-10-10%25252010.50.44.png" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;On her actual birthday (Monday) daddy decided to stay homewith your mommy and spend more time with her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Daddy loves spending time with your mommy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We didn’t do much.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;No real celebration just the two of usmissing you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Simba was really snuglywith your mommy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I think he knew she neededextra snuggles that day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Your mommy wasvery grateful to him for snuggling, but I think she still wished it was you shewas snuggling.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It breaks my heart to see your mommy so sad. I wish that Icould do something about it but unfortunately I know I cant.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Its just part of this process of grievingyou.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Special days like birthdays andholidays just aren’t the same anymore.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I'm not saying that they wont be special again, its just hard to be excitedabout them when we miss you so much.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I don’tknow what we are going to do for the holidays this year.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And with your 1 year birthday being just acouple days before Christmas……I just don’t know.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilsyESigS2E/TpSUS9vyRsI/AAAAAAAAAC4/X8AEPJllRo0/s1600/DSC_0067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ilsyESigS2E/TpSUS9vyRsI/AAAAAAAAAC4/X8AEPJllRo0/s320/DSC_0067.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QMQJI0houDA/TpSUfixaxnI/AAAAAAAAADA/NYOt-NQHUfk/s1600/DSC_0097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QMQJI0houDA/TpSUfixaxnI/AAAAAAAAADA/NYOt-NQHUfk/s320/DSC_0097.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-khqv8ix783w/TpSUoaL4n1I/AAAAAAAAADI/85xviu3uAMc/s1600/DSC_0098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-khqv8ix783w/TpSUoaL4n1I/AAAAAAAAADI/85xviu3uAMc/s320/DSC_0098.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_5pvc4VcFs8/TpSUyfah4LI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LibXh3IaUZc/s1600/DSC_0120.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_5pvc4VcFs8/TpSUyfah4LI/AAAAAAAAADQ/LibXh3IaUZc/s320/DSC_0120.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Anyways Munchers, I don’t want to get to down so I willtalk to you later about that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Please tryto wish your mommy a happy birthday. I know that she would love to get a visitfrom you in her dreams.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If you cant cometo her dreams, then maybe you could give her a sign that you are thinking ofher.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know she would love that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Take care Munchers!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Mommy and daddy miss you very much!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I love you!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Always and Forever,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Your loving daddy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;To the most amazing woman I have ever met,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Your daily strength amazes me.&amp;nbsp; You are the most loving, caring, compassionate, thoughtful, beautiful, person I know.&amp;nbsp; You were meant to be Zayana's mommy and she was meant to be your daughter. Nobody could have taken care&amp;nbsp;or loved her the&amp;nbsp;way you did.&amp;nbsp; I wish I could do more to ease your pain.&amp;nbsp; If I could, I would go up to Heaven and bring our daughter back.&amp;nbsp; Thank you for letting me be your husband.&amp;nbsp; Happy birthday my love!&amp;nbsp; I love you so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Always and Forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Your Loving Husband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NFjRsMssAIM/TpSWVwXgzOI/AAAAAAAAADY/g6f_ffP0AvY/s1600/IMG_1266+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NFjRsMssAIM/TpSWVwXgzOI/AAAAAAAAADY/g6f_ffP0AvY/s320/IMG_1266+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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line-height: 115%;"&gt;My dearest Zayana,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Daddy has been thinking of you all morning.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I have been thinking about how today is your9 month birthday!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am sending you a big,big 9 month birthday wish and hung.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Iwish that I could give it to you in person but unfortunately I can’t. Daddy hasbeen thinking about what you would be doing today.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Would you be trying to roll over?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Would you be trying to sit up?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Would you be having long conversation withdaddy about the geo-political climate of today?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Maybe not the latter but you probably would be more vocal today.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I miss that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I miss the things that we never got together. I will always miss themissed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But I will not try to be too sadtoday.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That was a couple of days agowith your Heaven Day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Today is a day ofhappiness.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Today 9 months ago youchanged my life forever.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Oh Munchers I just miss you so much.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It’s hard to look at your pictures and notshed a tear.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But that is ok.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t mind crying anymore, especially if it’sfor you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I love all of youpictures.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I love your smiling ones, youryawning ones, your stone face poker looks, I love them all.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am so glad I was able to take so many.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Yet sometimes I wish had taken more.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My little Munchers is 9 months old today!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Yea!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You’regetting to be such a big girl.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Are youbeing good for Grandpa Abe and great Grandpa Mendez in heaven?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Are you having a big party with all yourlittle angel friends?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Are you makinglots of new friends?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Oh of course youare!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Silly daddy for asking!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m sure if you had your way you would be onGods Heaven welcoming committee and welcoming everyone into heaven with openarms.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It sounds like something you woulddo.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You would be especially welcoming toall the new little ones (especially the little snowflake angels) that had to unfortunatelyleave their mommies and daddies and had gone to heaven.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You would tell them “Hi, I’m Zayana. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Don’t be scared.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I too had to leave my mommy and daddy. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Don’t worry, they will be ok, God will takecare of them and HE will let you see them from time to time. I know you missthem because I miss my mommy and daddy too, but God will be here to take careof us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Come on; let me show you aroundand what we can do here in Heaven.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You’regonna love it!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That’s my girl!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;So what do you think about being a big sister?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Yea, you’re gonna be a big sister!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Right now there is a little baby in yourmommy’s belly.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But you already knowthat, didn’t you?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Was that you playingwith your little brother (I think) during the ultrasound?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It looked like the both of you were playingtickle games.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He was moving so much for us!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know that was you with him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Are you excited?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know I am.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;While I may not feel as excited as when I heard that you were insideyour mommy, I truly am excited to have another little baby.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know I have been sad lately but that is nothow I feel about your little brother.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’msad because you’re not here to enjoy it with us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know, you will always be here.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know that you will always be watching overyour little brother, acting as his guardian angel.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I know Ziggy sounds like a silly name but let meexplain.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ziggy is not going to be hisreal name.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It’s just a little name we aregiving him until we know what he is going to be.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;For now he is Ziggy the Zygote.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When we find out what sex he is then we willgive him his proper name.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know, I keepreferring to Ziggy as him.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That’s becausemy gut tells me that Ziggy is going to be a boy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My gut knew that you were going to be a girl,and I told everyone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Your mommy andeveryone else thought you were going to be a boy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not daddy, I knew you were going to be mylittle girl!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So for the time being HEwill be known as Ziggy until we find out that he is for sure a boy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Im glad you approve!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Happy 9 month birthday Zayana Grace.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You continue to behave for grandpa Abe, greatgrandpa Mendez and Tia Eva, ok.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Daddyand mommy miss you so much and think about you every day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You are always on our minds. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Remember, daddy is sending a big hug, kiss,and birthday wish your way.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Be sure tolook for your balloons and bows later today, ok.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Daddy misses you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I Love you Munchers!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Always and Forever,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Your Loving Daddy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-2751334799356774935?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2751334799356774935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/9-months.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/2751334799356774935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/2751334799356774935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/9-months.html' title='9 Months'/><author><name>Z's Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361749759504092732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCeULsClU3Y/TneY1DG7A_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/L8paE71OyeQ/s220/Photo0186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-4024121997882249509</id><published>2011-09-22T14:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T14:55:05.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ziggy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;More to come.......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ruXMr4RYqig/Tnuut8I5ECI/AAAAAAAAACA/Crk-xxe_F9s/2011-09-22%25252014.45.02.png' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-4024121997882249509?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4024121997882249509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/ziggy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/4024121997882249509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/4024121997882249509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/ziggy.html' title='Ziggy'/><author><name>Z's Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361749759504092732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCeULsClU3Y/TneY1DG7A_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/L8paE71OyeQ/s220/Photo0186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ruXMr4RYqig/Tnuut8I5ECI/AAAAAAAAACA/Crk-xxe_F9s/s72-c/2011-09-22%25252014.45.02.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-2220858444078775863</id><published>2011-09-21T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T14:11:32.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 19th: Two Years/Five Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My Dearest Munchers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Oh how I miss you so!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Yesterday was one of those bitter sweet days.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was trying real hard to be happy, and formost of the day I was.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Let me explain a littleas to why I was both happy and sad.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Yesterday, September 19th, was the 2 year anniversary of yourmommy and daddy getting married.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Usuallywe would be so excited to celebrate such a day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Don’t get me wrong because we were excited, it’s just that we were sadtoo.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We were sad because the best thingto ever happen to the both of us was not here.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;One of the best things to come from our getting married was you and wewere missing you so much on our special day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;But let me get away from the sadness for a bit and let me tell you astory of a very magical day…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;It all started on a cloudy September morning with of courserain.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Daddy was so worried that it wasgoing to be a wet day and we would have to go to plan B.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Daddy did not want to go to plan be so hechecked the weather report…….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xI-uAN_ytMI/TnpH2rOFNMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/W_mqJdplqW0/s1600/IMG_0812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xI-uAN_ytMI/TnpH2rOFNMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/W_mqJdplqW0/s200/IMG_0812.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-roXxh5QkZwQ/TnpID3sGhzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7y-ZekU18Jo/s1600/IMG_0817.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-roXxh5QkZwQ/TnpID3sGhzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/7y-ZekU18Jo/s200/IMG_0817.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OXwCb153Eo/TnpIYJGpE7I/AAAAAAAAABA/DKk9WeF_d8k/s1600/IMG_0856.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0OXwCb153Eo/TnpIYJGpE7I/AAAAAAAAABA/DKk9WeF_d8k/s200/IMG_0856.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l9e5gv9lBD8/TnpIqLkaYHI/AAAAAAAAABE/M4mqpKKhmjw/s1600/IMG_0890.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l9e5gv9lBD8/TnpIqLkaYHI/AAAAAAAAABE/M4mqpKKhmjw/s200/IMG_0890.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the hours ticked by we finally came to the moment that your daddy was able to see your mommy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That was a magical moment.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I remember standing on the pier, with my back turned toward the dock.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Then there was this tap on my shoulder and there she was, your mommy looking so beautiful.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She looked like an angel.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I was just amazed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I felt so lucky.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We talked, we hugged, and we kissed. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We took a lot of pictures before the ceremony was to start.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I felt like I did not want that day to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xI-uAN_ytMI/TnpH2rOFNMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/W_mqJdplqW0/s1600/IMG_0812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TkwJK1jIoUk/TnpFnoomgUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/IPqxp594raE/s1600/IMG_0934.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TkwJK1jIoUk/TnpFnoomgUI/AAAAAAAAAAw/IPqxp594raE/s320/IMG_0934.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As the ceremony was beginning, I remember thinking tomyself, “Hey, I’m not nervous”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It allfelt so right.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Yes Munchers that was Godtelling me that I was meant to be with your mommy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As the people sat in front of me and familymembers and friends filed down the aisle I remember thinking I could not waitto see you mommy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And there she was, allbeautiful with a big smile!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I lovedit!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dJUw2MXBZZ0/TnpFv010r6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/u9BlOMAuUJk/s1600/IMG_0935.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dJUw2MXBZZ0/TnpFv010r6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/u9BlOMAuUJk/s320/IMG_0935.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The ceremony was nice and the reception was a big hit.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We had many family and friends around and hada great time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;When it was all over itwas just me and your mommy all alone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Wewere married on the road to discovering a wonderful life together.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And then came you!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Our biggest blessing since that day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qg_DzcmkKII/TnpLt1IN5QI/AAAAAAAAABM/yFYgfv7YY4s/s1600/IMG_0958.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qg_DzcmkKII/TnpLt1IN5QI/AAAAAAAAABM/yFYgfv7YY4s/s200/IMG_0958.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HGB7at2oDPI/TnpLlzxz2HI/AAAAAAAAABI/HMyF2TnUA60/s1600/IMG_0949.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HGB7at2oDPI/TnpLlzxz2HI/AAAAAAAAABI/HMyF2TnUA60/s200/IMG_0949.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bM49fj_o2CM/TnpL4ypvQlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ktvTwaY1MfA/s1600/IMG_1005.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bM49fj_o2CM/TnpL4ypvQlI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ktvTwaY1MfA/s200/IMG_1005.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l-VhqSAkDtA/TnpMumadniI/AAAAAAAAABc/tFpBusHk7Oo/s1600/IMG_0997.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l-VhqSAkDtA/TnpMumadniI/AAAAAAAAABc/tFpBusHk7Oo/s200/IMG_0997.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ph4nXgoTZk/TnpMRCWjCaI/AAAAAAAAABY/Kb_FHR_Gb1Q/s1600/IMG_1048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7ph4nXgoTZk/TnpMRCWjCaI/AAAAAAAAABY/Kb_FHR_Gb1Q/s200/IMG_1048.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OwERFuRRkJ0/TnpMBBZiOgI/AAAAAAAAABU/N_7QpcS-TIQ/s1600/IMG_1045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OwERFuRRkJ0/TnpMBBZiOgI/AAAAAAAAABU/N_7QpcS-TIQ/s200/IMG_1045.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And while September 19th is a happy day for us,the 19th of any month will also always bring me sadness.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Because you see the 19th is whenyou went to go and be with God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It wasn’tthe 19th of September; it was the 19th of April.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was a long 5 months ago on that day we hadto say goodbye to you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And every monththat has gone by is just as hard as the last if not harder.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The 19th of any month is just aharsh reminder that I don’t have you here to take care of.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t have my Zayana Grace to hold and loveand kiss and play with.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And every 19of whatever month it is I just miss you more and more.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Every day you are not here with me justhurts.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--SfGN_0gagg/TnpPnM4Dg5I/AAAAAAAAABo/ZazYFI8xMH8/s1600/DSC_0083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--SfGN_0gagg/TnpPnM4Dg5I/AAAAAAAAABo/ZazYFI8xMH8/s320/DSC_0083.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I miss you so much Munchers!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;While the 19th of September 2011was special, it just did not feel the same.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I was so looking forward to having you here to help us celebrate.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was so looking forward to always having myZayana Grace with me to tell mommy happy anniversary or happy birthday or happymommy day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was looking forward to gettingup with you while mommy was still sleeping and making her breakfast, bringingit to her and seeing her face just light up as we BOTH entered the room.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I wish we could have had that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I wish you were still here.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69Ojn_zAzqc/TnpOh9sLl2I/AAAAAAAAABg/-ga_Y-joRCg/s1600/0085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-69Ojn_zAzqc/TnpOh9sLl2I/AAAAAAAAABg/-ga_Y-joRCg/s320/0085.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And so Miss Zayana Grace, you see why daddy has such atough time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know you do and I knowthat you miss me and your mommy too.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Butyou luckily have God to hold you and comfort you while you wait for your mommyand daddy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;He will always be there tocomfort you and hold you and take care of you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;All things that I should be doing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;But if there is anyone I can leave you with in good capable hands, Ithink God would be the top of that list.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;He will take care of you just your daddy would.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And in turn, He will take care of your daddyjust the same.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I miss you my daughterand I will always love you!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N3Yr8wZO2FI/TnpRcNdZNzI/AAAAAAAAABw/gxZXzBMZhg0/s1600/DSC_0261.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N3Yr8wZO2FI/TnpRcNdZNzI/AAAAAAAAABw/gxZXzBMZhg0/s320/DSC_0261.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Daddy loves you!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Always and forever,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Your loving daddy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;BTW – Have you met Ziggy yet?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;To be continued……….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-2220858444078775863?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2220858444078775863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-19th-two-yearsfive-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/2220858444078775863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/2220858444078775863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-19th-two-yearsfive-months.html' title='September 19th: Two Years/Five Months'/><author><name>Z's Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361749759504092732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCeULsClU3Y/TneY1DG7A_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/L8paE71OyeQ/s220/Photo0186.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xI-uAN_ytMI/TnpH2rOFNMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/W_mqJdplqW0/s72-c/IMG_0812.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-4411741383510300427</id><published>2011-09-15T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T08:39:12.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Prayers Are Needed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To everyone that prayed for our family I would like to express my whole hearted thanks.  But now I would like to ask you all for more prayers, not for us but for another family.  We have been following the lives of &lt;a href="http://babyjaelabennett.blogspot.com/"&gt;Baby &lt;font id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jaela&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and her mommy and daddy and they currently are in need of many prayers.  I wont go into to many details but Baby &lt;font id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jaela&lt;/font&gt; is currently in a battle for her life.  While she seems to be doing better now she still is not out of the woods yet.  She to has OI and is going through many of the same things that my precious Z went through.  Please, please, please send you prayers there way because they need them so.  I'm not one to ask much from others but if you could please help it would be greatly appreciated.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We know the battle and heartache they are facing all to close.  And we know just how much it helps to have those prayers from people.   Again I beg of everyone to pray for this family.  We want to see Baby &lt;font id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jaela&lt;/font&gt; pull out of this.  We want to see this family take home there baby.  I have even pulled out the big guns and asked Z to come and be with Baby &lt;font id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jaela&lt;/font&gt; and help her.  I know she is.  She has always been such a helper.  THANK YOU Z!!  And thank you to everyone else, you just &lt;font id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/font&gt; know how much each thought, prayer, phone call, or email helps.  I love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Always and forever,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Z's&lt;/font&gt; Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you want to follow up and read more on Baby &lt;font id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jaela&lt;/font&gt;, please follow the link to &lt;font id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;their&lt;/font&gt; blog on our &lt;font id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blogroll&lt;/font&gt;, "Baby &lt;font id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Jaela&lt;/font&gt;".  Thanks again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-4411741383510300427?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4411741383510300427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/your-prayers-are-needed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/4411741383510300427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/4411741383510300427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/your-prayers-are-needed.html' title='Your Prayers Are Needed'/><author><name>Z's Daddy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14361749759504092732</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gCeULsClU3Y/TneY1DG7A_I/AAAAAAAAAAQ/L8paE71OyeQ/s220/Photo0186.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-8475268673795049501</id><published>2011-09-11T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T22:53:35.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stumped and sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Dearest Z,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking hard today of something inspirational to say.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to incorporate something touching about remembering 9/11 and you and grief and the lives we live today.&amp;nbsp; I tried to think of something to say that would inspire.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately I couldn't.&amp;nbsp; I tried but I was just feeling to exhausted and then everything I wrote just did not sound good enough.&amp;nbsp; So I decided to write something short and sweet and tell you that I love you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I miss you so much and I just cant help but feel so sad.&amp;nbsp; I miss you.&amp;nbsp; I love you.&amp;nbsp; Take care my little sweetheart, daddy is thinking of his little girl.&amp;nbsp; Maybe tomorrow I will have something more to say.&amp;nbsp; I love you Munchers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always and forever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Loving Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-8475268673795049501?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8475268673795049501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/stumped-and-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/8475268673795049501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/8475268673795049501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/stumped-and-sad.html' title='Stumped and sad'/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-4190585628049117745</id><published>2011-09-09T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-09T14:54:06.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy's Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Precious Baby Girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite things about our time together was watching you and your daddy interact. Oh my goodness! Such love! I got a greater glimpse into our Heavenly Father's love for us by watching him pour every bit of his heart into you, his little Munchers. He would have done ANYTHING for you. I think that sometimes he made me take naps just so he could spend some one-on-one time with his little girl. I can't blame him. I was the lucky one, getting to be with you all day when your daddy had to go to work. It broke his heart to have to leave the house. He would rush home, fling open the door and shout, "Munchers! Munchers! Daddy's home!" He cherished every second with you and there wasn't a moment that you weren't the very first thing on his mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that could match his love for you, was your love for him. Oh, the looks you would give him. Such adoration. Do you know how happy you made him when you would smile and try to laugh? He tried all sorts of things to make you smile. They always worked. Your bond was incredible. You and I have a very special bond, too, and our love for each other&amp;nbsp;is just as big, but there was definitely a unique, beautiful connection between you and your Daddy. You and I know just how amazing your daddy is. Thank you for returing his love so powerfully. He deserved you as his daughter. The most special little girl for the most special man on the planet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my most precious memories. The two people I love most on this earth just having fun and loving each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3996f7f00ab998d7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3996f7f00ab998d7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332533924%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D19F005EE4D9142CD5F48A654ABFA2AA4EE34C078.9576FF767B57DCEC7F24ED7066E6EFC8EB9FD7C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3996f7f00ab998d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrpHVxq8fPYxREswJm4qVmkBhKvI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3996f7f00ab998d7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332533924%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D19F005EE4D9142CD5F48A654ABFA2AA4EE34C078.9576FF767B57DCEC7F24ED7066E6EFC8EB9FD7C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3996f7f00ab998d7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrpHVxq8fPYxREswJm4qVmkBhKvI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, Mommy loves you, too and misses you soooooooooooo much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-4190585628049117745?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/4190585628049117745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/daddys-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/4190585628049117745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/4190585628049117745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/09/daddys-girl.html' title='Daddy&apos;s Girl'/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-5501383590311903504</id><published>2011-08-26T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T14:33:16.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;My Little Zayana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I pray that your mommy finds peace.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She has been having such a difficult time since you’ve been gone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She loves you very much and just misses you so.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It pains me that I cannot do anything to help her except hold her close and wipe away the tears.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She just misses her little Munchers and all of your milestones you would have reached.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She’s not angry or bitter at other families as they achieve milestones with their babies, she just wishes it was you and her. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Mommy misses her baby girl.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I’m not one for asking for help but there is one thing I am asking of you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know that it may not be possible but if anyone could make this happen I know it’s you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If you could, would it be possible for you to come and visit your mommy while she sleeps?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She has been asking for a “Munchers Dream” and has not had one yet.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;While I know that this will not take her pain and sorrow away, it may give her some comfort.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She just wants to see you again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Could you do that for daddy Z?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Could you do that for your mommy?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_won6zq="112"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_won6zq="112"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Dearest Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I come to you as your humble servant.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know that I don’t pray to you enough and I hope to change that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am here praying to you as both my wife and I need your help.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We have had such a difficult time since our little Zayana has left us to be with you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It has been very hard to understand why this has happened and we know that it is your will.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We know that we will probably never get an answer to this question and we do not blame you. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;We know you were not the cause of this tragedy and we are coming to the conclusion that we were not as well.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Again this is your will.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We know that when we come to this Earth we are all given a time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;For our little Z, her time was not as long as ours or others.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We are thankful for the 16 weeks you did give us with her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It has been such a blessing and we would not change any of for the world. Thank you so much for all you have done for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I pray for you love and compassion during these tough time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not just for me, but for my wife.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As you know Lord she is having such a difficult time with our loss of Z.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I pray to you to help her find some peace during this long and difficult journey. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I pray to you to help give me the strength to help my wife during her tough times.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I pray that you provide her with your strength and love when she feels like another tough day is ahead of her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I pray that you provide her friends and family with the love, strength and support that she need from them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I pray that you help us find the right paths during our journey together.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And most of all I pray that you allow our Munchers to visit her mommy while mommy sleeps.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Please God I beg of you to answer this one prayer.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My wife needs her daughter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know this will not take away all of her pain, but I know it will give some peace.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I beg you to please provide my wife with such a wonder blessing as the one you gave me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Please bless her and let her visit with Zayana.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She just misses her so much.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I am your humble servant.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I ask this of you in your name.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Amen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_won6zq="117"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_won6zq="117"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Munchers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Thanks for helping me with my prayer for mommy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know you miss her too.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Could you help daddy with one more thing?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Could you deliver my prayer to him in person?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Can you take it to God and help explain how important this is to your daddy?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Maybe while you are there you can help to talk him into it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Just a thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Anyways, daddy miss you lots Munchers!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t think about you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I miss you so much.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Always and Forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Your Loving Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-5501383590311903504?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5501383590311903504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/08/prayer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/5501383590311903504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/5501383590311903504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/08/prayer.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-8582416474665602234</id><published>2011-08-24T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T14:31:43.368-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing You So Much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;My Dearest Zayana,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_j8a0am="115" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Every month that passes just seems to get harder and harder.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday would have been your 8 month birthday and I just miss you so much.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I miss you more now than I did on that day back in April that changes my life forever.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;At least thats how I feel today.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Honestly it’s probably the same; it’s just that now you have been gone for a little more than 4 months. While the pain may not be as “raw” or “sharp” as it was then, the pain seems to be more of a nagging, lingering pain; more of a continuous sadness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I wish you were still here.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday I watched most of the videos we have of you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was so happy to see you and hear you while at the same time so sad that I was not that same person in the videos holding my baby girl and laughing and playing with you. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Yesterday I went into your room and looked at your old clothes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t believe that you use to wear these outfits.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They were so small.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I wondered how big you would be now and what new outfits you would be wearing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It took out two of my favorites and held them close, hoping you would appear in them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I held them to my face trying to catch a hint of you smell.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I cried and asked why. Why our daughter?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Why us?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Why, why, why!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I started to feel guilty as I was looking at your Pooh sleeper you were wearing on that faithful day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Guilty that I was still alive and you weren’t.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Guilty that I wasn’t able to do more to save you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Guilty that I didn’t do enough with you when you were still here.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The guilt just overcame me and I couldn’t stop crying.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I tried to stop but I couldn’t.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was asking for your forgiveness.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;It took me a while but I was eventually able to compose myself.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I believe you had a hand in that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I could feel you small little arms hugging my heart, trying to make daddy feel better.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I love your small, little, harry arms. I love everything about you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And I miss you so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I went to the Dollar Store to get some balloons for your birthday.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Mommy and daddy know just how much you love balloons.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As I picked them out I could feel people looking at me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Did I look so bad?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Probably.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Even the cashier was looking at me probably wondering what was wrong with me yet buying birthday balloons. I must have looked like a sad wreck.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Anyways I went to see mommy at work and we released your birthday balloons into the air.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Did you get you balloons and hair bows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I don’t mean to get so sad Munchers.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I just miss you so much.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know today would and should be a happy day, and I’m sure someday it might be.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Just not today.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But I promise to be happy again someday.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Happy birthday Munchers!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Daddy loves you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Daddy misses his little girl.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Daddy wishes you were still here.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Always and Forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Your loving Daddy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_rgh8fn="89"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-8582416474665602234?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/8582416474665602234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/08/missing-you-so-much.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/8582416474665602234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/8582416474665602234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/08/missing-you-so-much.html' title='Missing You So Much'/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-6998059205858823989</id><published>2011-08-23T14:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T14:16:53.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy 8 month birtday Munchers!  Mommy and daddy love you and miss you lots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-6998059205858823989?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6998059205858823989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-8-month-birtday-munchers-mommy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/6998059205858823989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/6998059205858823989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-8-month-birtday-munchers-mommy.html' title=''/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-5782888437792892565</id><published>2011-08-19T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T13:57:31.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;My sweet little girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_kmzlq0="111"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_kmzlq0="113" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;It’s been a while since I’ve written you and while I have some time at work I figured I should.&lt;span closure_uid_kmzlq0="112" style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Today is another one of the milesotne that we always talk about.&amp;nbsp; Today is the 4th month since your "Heaven Day" and I miss you so much.&amp;nbsp; As I say every month, Its hard to believe that you've been in Heaven for so long.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It really does not get any easier as time passes by, no matter what people like to say.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The&amp;nbsp;19th&amp;nbsp;of every month will from now on always be a sad day for me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_kmzlq0="111"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_kmzlq0="113" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Don’t worry baby girl, it’s not your fault that Daddy is sad.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Daddy just misses you and wishes that you were here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;As you know we made in impromptu visit to your Grandparents house last week.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I think they were a little surprised when your Mommy and I arrived at their door.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know Grandma and Grandpa Mendez were happy to see us. They couldn’t stop smiling.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Thank you for helping Grandma through with her knee surgery.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She was really scared and I know that she drew a lot of strength from you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Thanks Munchers! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;While I was in their living room I kept looking at the spot on the carpet that you were at in my dream.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I don’t know why, maybe I was hoping that it would come true.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Maybe I was hoping to turn around and look and see you laying there just like in the dream.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Maybe.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I told them about my dream and they were really happy that I was able to have such a precious moment with you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I wish I could have another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I wish you were still here.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I just miss you so much.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Your Mommy misses you too.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She has her up days and her down days just like Daddy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know her down days really hit her hard and there isn’t much Daddy can do.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Days like that I wish I could go up to Heaven and bring you back so Mommy can hold you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I wish.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;You’re always on my mind Munchers.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But that is a good thing; Daddy always wants you on his mind.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I want to always remember my little girl.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I hope that I never get to the day that I don’t think about you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" closure_uid_42pn71="93" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_kmzlq0="123"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I’m sorry but I seem to be rambling today.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There just seem to be so many thought in my head, so I will leave it at that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I miss you lots Z.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Daddy loves you with all of his heart!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" closure_uid_42pn71="93" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" closure_uid_42pn71="94" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_kmzlq0="106"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Always and forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_kmzlq0="115"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Your loving Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_kmzlq0="115"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_kmzlq0="115"&gt;BTW:&amp;nbsp; Have you met Ziggy yet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_42pn71="89"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-5782888437792892565?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5782888437792892565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/08/thinking-of-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/5782888437792892565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/5782888437792892565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/08/thinking-of-you.html' title='Thinking of You'/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-5896447847134546274</id><published>2011-08-09T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T12:57:10.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart to Heart/Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;My dearest Munchers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Do you remember your Tia Christina?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know you do, she was the one that showered you with all kinds of gifts and love.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;On Friday I had a very good conversation with your Tia Christina.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We talked about how each of us were doing and plenty about you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We discussed how much we love you and how much we miss you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was a very refreshing conversation because she seems to be the only one that “gets it”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She wasn’t trying to fix me or tell me how to grieve or make it all about her. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;We just talked.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We talked about you, talked about our grandpa who is with you in heaven, and talked our family.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_869rn3="100" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;In my conversation with your Tia I realized just how much she loves you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know that she loved you but it really became apparent to me just how much she does.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She was going to be one of your biggest advocates and she still is.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Her work spreading OI awareness is phenomenal.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She talked about how amazing you are.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She continues to give and help out your mommy with “&lt;a href="http://fromz-withlove.blogspot.com/"&gt;From Z With Love&lt;/a&gt;”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She continues to cry and pray for you and your mommy and daddy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Your Tia is an amazing person and I know the both of you would have had an amazing relationship and it saddens me that you both will not be able to experience it here on Earth.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_869rn3="151" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Yesterday I came across the books she had sent you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As you know she sent you a couple of audio books she recorded herself.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I opened them both up yesterday and heard the very touching messages she left for you in the beginning of the books.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They both brought me to tears.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They were both very heartfelt and so thoughtful.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She stated in both about her love for you and how she could not wait to spend more time with you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I cried.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I cried because I felt sad that the both of you would never be able to have these precious moments she talked about.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The hanging out, the getting to know you, the loving on you as only an auntie could.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m sorry that you will never get to spend time with your Tia and that she will never get to spend time with you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_omqgcl="134"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Again you Tia is an amazing person and I am so proud of the person she has become.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am so proud to be her big brother and I miss her so.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am so glad that she was able to meet you in person and that I have pictures of the two of you together.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am so glad she is your auntie.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Watching her with you reinforced my thoughts that she would be a fantastic mother.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If you get a chance please visit your Tia and let her know how much you love her.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m sure she would love that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Take care mija, daddy misses you lots.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_omqgcl="134"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_omqgcl="135"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_omqgcl="133" style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Always and forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_omqgcl="135"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_omqgcl="132"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Your Loving Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_omqgcl="132"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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When I was all done, the receptionist jokingly asked me if I wanted an "I Was Brave" sticker. I started to laugh it off, then thought of my baby girl. "Yes," I said, my voice filled with conviction.&amp;nbsp;"Yes, I do!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_fr49i1="112"&gt;You never got a sticker telling you how brave you were. If anyone deserved one, it was you, Munchers. If there was ever a face of bravery, it is yours. You are the toughest, most determined, most courageous person I have ever known. You are the very definition of brave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_fr49i1="112"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_fr49i1="112"&gt;Getting my moles removed was not difficult or scary, but I know that I will have times ahead that will make me question my strength. Trying to live without you defnitely falls into that definition. Everytime I feel like I just can't go on, I think of you, baby girl, and remember how brave you were. You give me the strength to keep going. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_fr49i1="112"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_fr49i1="112"&gt;Oh, and the sticker? I know you don't need one. You wore your bravery like a badge. But, I'm still a Mommy and my little girl deserves a sticker, so my little girl got one! I placed it in your crib next to your favorite things. Thank you for showing Mommy how to be strong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_fr49i1="112"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_fr49i1="112"&gt;I love you and miss you with my whole heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_fr49i1="112"&gt;Mommy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-1581737302945347215?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1581737302945347215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/08/brave.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/1581737302945347215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/1581737302945347215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/08/brave.html' title='Brave'/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-1565259361663361630</id><published>2011-07-25T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T16:08:24.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In My Dreams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" closure_uid_q6fwaj="188" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_bnjp1d="105"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_q6fwaj="192" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My Dearest Zayana Grace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" closure_uid_q6fwaj="188" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_q6fwaj="189" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;You continue to amaze me little one.&amp;nbsp; You amaze me at how thoughtful you are and how on July 23rd with would have been your 7 month birthday (happy 7 months by-the-way) you came and visitied me in my dreams.&amp;nbsp; You just keep on giving!&amp;nbsp; Thank you Z for this precious gift!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_q6fwaj="143" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_bnjp1d="122" closure_uid_q6fwaj="144"&gt;To be able to see you, hold you, hear you, even if it was in a dream, was the best thing ever.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I got to see your precious little face again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was the same little face I remember with just a couple of 7 month changes to it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I got to see your awe inspiring smile again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This time I could see some teeth coming in.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I got to feel you weight in my arms again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was able to pick you up and feel you and smell you and kiss you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And probably the best part of my dream was hearing you laugh.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Oh how I cried when I heard your little giggle.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was the only thing that I wish would have happened before you passed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Since you were born&lt;/span&gt; I could not wait to hear you laugh.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There is nothing like a baby’s laugh, so infectious!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And as I thought, yours was perfection!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I am still awe-struck by your visit Zayana!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;While I know that you wanted to come and visit daddy, I know it would not have been possible without God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;God placed you in my dream and let us spend a little time together.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I have been asking God to bless me and let you visit me in my dreams since you went to heaven.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And when you finally where there, as real as can be in my dream I had to thank God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As I held you in my arms I thanked God from the bottom of my heart for such a wonderful gift.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And When I awoke, I thanked God again as I lay in my sleeping bag weeping with happiness.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Thank you God!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Thank you for bringing my daughter to me and allowing us to spend some daddy-daughter time!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Thank you oh mighty Lord!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I can remember it as clear as day, can you Z?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was at your grandma and grandpa Mendez’ house in the living room I had been at so many times before.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I remember turning to look towards the door and there I saw a baby crawling on the floor.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Black hair, Winnie the Pooh sleeper, bowed lower legs just like yours.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The babies arms where extending out, reaching in front.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Could this be you?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Could this be my Munchers!!??&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Munchers was not crawling!?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As the baby then tried to turn over I saw your face! It is, it is Munchers.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I ran to you as I saw you turn yourself over.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I ran because you looked like you were having trouble and I wanted to help you!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Silly daddy, Munchers does not need help with such things!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;As you turned you saw me and smiled, and as you landed on your back you began to laugh!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You even reached for me!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I lay down next to you and began to cry and play with you and tickle you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As I tickled you, you laughed like only Munchers could laugh and reached for my hand.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We lay there for what could have been eternity but were only a minute or so.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I then picked you up and felt the weight I have been missing for so long.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You reached for my face as I gave you a kiss and smelled you in.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I looked into your deep brown eyes while you looked into mine and I was lost.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My little girl was here in my arms!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I told you I loved you and held you close.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I stood up and looked toward the heavens and thank God for this gift.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I cried. I woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I imagine this is what you would have been like today if you were still with us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I would be worried silly as my little Munchers was starting to crawl and turn on her own.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I would do whatever I could to make you laugh!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I would hold you close and never let you go.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I have never had a dream seem more real than this one.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In fact now that I think about it, it wasn’t a dream, it was real and God did let me spend more time with my precious daughter!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;But enough about my gift, let’s talk about your 7 month birthday!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Did you get the balloons mommy and I sent you the day before?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We sent you two balloons with two new sets of bows for you collection.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We sang you happy birthday and thought long and hard of our little warrior princess.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We hope you had a great 7 month birthday Munchers, I know I did!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I love you Zayana Grace!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And I miss you even more!! Hopefully we will see you on your 8 month birthday, daddy and mommy hope so!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Always and forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Your loving Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-1565259361663361630?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1565259361663361630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-my-dreams.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/1565259361663361630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/1565259361663361630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/07/in-my-dreams.html' title='In My Dreams...'/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-7732285256359552127</id><published>2011-07-20T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T13:17:07.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;My dearest little Munchers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_qiham="120"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_qiham="146"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_p0n25r="123" closure_uid_qiham="156" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I’m sorry you had to see me so sad yesterday.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t help myself.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday was just one of those strong reminders that you are no longer here with us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know that your spirit will always be with us, watching over your mommy and me, trying to comfort us when we need it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know your there because I can feel you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I swear I can feel you whispering in my ear.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I can feel you sitting on my shoulder, your little wings flapping like a hummingbird, trying to comfort your daddy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I just wish you were really here sitting on my shoulder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I’m better today Munch, just a little drained.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Your mommy was a big help yesterday.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She always helps me during the tough days.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Last night after praying for you over your crib all the sadness caught up with me and as I crawled into bed it all came out and I cried.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So many thoughts were going through my head; why were you gone? What could I have done differently?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Do you miss us? Why?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And them your mommy wrapped me in her arms and held me tight.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She whispered you name in my ear and held me close and let me cry.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I love your mommy so much!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She has such strength it reminds me of you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She is such an amazing woman but I don’t have to tell you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’m sure you already know this from all of the sleepless nights she would be up with you, taking care of you, and loving on you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Your mommy is truly amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I also wanted to thank you for last week Munch.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You know how stressed our daddy was with all of the testing I had to go through.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Daddy prayed to you and to God to provide me with strength to get through it all.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And of course, you both came through.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Many times during the written exam I was losing concentrations and you were there to tell me to focus and calm me down.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Again I felt your presence on my shoulder telling me that I knew the answers.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Many time during the mile run daddy wanted to stop and quit.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But you wouldn’t let daddy quit you were behind me, pushing me, telling me that I could do it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And wouldn’t you know it; daddy ran a mile in just over 7 minutes, faster than I thought I ever could. Many time during the obstacle course as daddy climbed the stairs, walked the balance beam, jumped the fence, you were there to tell me to keep pushing, that daddy was no quitter!! &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;After it was all done and I sat under the sun, I could hear you whisper, “Daddy, I’m so proud of you for pushing through!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It must have been really hard!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I got in my car and wept.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Thank you my warrior princess for your strength!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_qiham="148" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I will continue to ask you and God to provide me with strength and I know that you both will always help me out.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know that some days will be so overwhelming that all of our strengths combined will not be able to hold back the sadness.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve accepted this and will let the sadness overcome me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But I know that I will not be sad for long.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Like any cloudy day (especially here in Portland!) it will burn off and the sun will shine through.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And when the sun breaks through and shines on me, it will warm me and comfort me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;On these sad days your strength and love will break though my sadness and warm and comfort my soul.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And I will not be sad, because of you!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Thank you Munchers for being so strong, and being my baby girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Daddy loves you and misses you so much!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" closure_uid_qiham="122" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_p0n25r="116"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Always and forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" closure_uid_qiham="102" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_p0n25r="117"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Your Loving Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_qiham="98"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-7732285256359552127?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7732285256359552127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/07/strength.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/7732285256359552127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/7732285256359552127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/07/strength.html' title='Strength'/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-6763878132541962720</id><published>2011-07-19T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T22:01:10.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Months Ago.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;My sweet little Munchers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I tried not to think about it too much today.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I tried not to think about what happened today three months ago.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And then I thought, “I need to remember today.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I need to remember my sweet little Zayana Grace.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;While it’s heartbreaking to think about this day three months ago, I have to remember all the good that came before and in the early morning of April 19.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Forever 16 weeks will seem like a lifetime to me and I will never forget them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I thank God everyday for allowing me to be your daddy for those 16 weeks.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know that I am still your daddy today, but it’s just that being your daddy while you were here on Earth was easier.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Forever I will remember all of your smiles and your grunts and your cries and especially your looks you gave me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Those were oh so special.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I never felt so loved before and God how I miss them.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I wish that I could still look into your eyes and see that look.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I sometimes look at your pictures and swear that from the picture you’re looking into my soul and giving me that look.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It makes me cry as I am crying right now as I write this.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know that was you that whispered into your buddy Sean’s ear at OI Camp and asked him to give me that look.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was speechless and again I started to cry.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Forever I will remember watching you and your mommy play together and how you would look at her with such loving eyes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It brought so much joy to my heart to see that, it was just amazing to see both of you light up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You were meant to be Chris’ daughter and Chris was meant to be your mommy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Watching you two during water therapy time, during exercise time, and during feedings and diaper changes was just priceless and again I thank God for giving me that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I thank him for giving me the family that I always wanted.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Forever I will remember your strong resilient spirit and how you accomplished so much in just 16 weeks.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You wouldn’t let doctors tell you there was no hope. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;You wouldn’t let specialists tell you what you needed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You wouldn’t let nurses forget who was in charge.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And most importantly, you wouldn’t let us lose faith.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You should us just how tough you were and that nothing was going to prevent you from being happy.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not broken bones, not a swollen head, not the lack of sleep or eating, not your small stature.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You may have been small but you lived life like you were 12 feet tall.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You wouldn’t allow us to lose faith.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;After meetings with doctors with nothing but grave news and diagnosis, you would look at us as if to say, “They don’t know what they are talking about mommy and daddy, I’m going to be fine and beat this, just watch!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You would give hope to all that came to see you after they had been told that you may not live long and that they should come and say their goodbyes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Instead they came and said “WOW!” It was amazing to see people come to see you in bleak moods and leave just inspired by you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;YOU changes so many live mija, I’m so proud of you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Forever I will remember the lessons you have taught me in 16 weeks.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;While I was the one that was supposed to teach you things, you turned it all around and taught me the world.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It’s amazing to think of all the wisdom you had as just little baby.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Your eyes were full of it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You were my teacher.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You were my inspiration.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You taught me that no matter how tough things get, that things will get better and that we shouldn’t let them get us down.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You taught me not to be a quitter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You taught me how to have faith and love God.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Forever I will also think of the things we will miss out on.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I will always wonder just how you would have grown up and what you would be like.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I will always wonder what your birthday parties would have been like.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I will always wonder how you voice would have sounded like.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I will always wonder how tough you would have had it and how you would have been tough back.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I will always wonder what kind of conversations we would have had.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I will always wonder about just how stubborn you would have been.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;If you were anything like your mommy and daddy, I could only imagine.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I can and I am sure I will always wonder.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Forever, forever, forever.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This is what I have to look forward to.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I look forward to forever remembering my sweet little girl; I look forward to forever being your daddy: and I look forward to being with you forever in Heaven.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Oh what a joyous occasion that will be when I can hold you in my arms again!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But for now I will forever hold on to your memory and I will forever try to live my life how you would have lived yours.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I love you Munchers and daddy misses you so much!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Always,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;you’re loving daddy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-6763878132541962720?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6763878132541962720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/07/three-months-ago.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/6763878132541962720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/6763878132541962720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/07/three-months-ago.html' title='Three Months Ago.....'/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-9080419221704609548</id><published>2011-07-17T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T14:49:10.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Attitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Hey baby girl, did you have fun at camp?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Yea daddy, I love Camp Attitude!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Wednesday my wife and I found what we believe is the happiest place on earth.&amp;nbsp; No it was not Disneyland, it was Camp Attitude.&amp;nbsp; Camp Attitude is a small camp in Foster, OR that caters to providing the camping experience to children with disabilities.&amp;nbsp; This last week Camp Attitude hosted children with OI and their families.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately we were unable to spend the entire week there but we did get to spend one fantastic day with these unbelievable children and their amazing families.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_xbohcd="90"&gt;When we first heard about camp from our friend we told ourselves that we would be taking Z there.&amp;nbsp; We knew that this would be a place that she would grow to love.&amp;nbsp; That this would be a place where she would be just like everyone else.&amp;nbsp; A place that she would want to go to every year time and time again.&amp;nbsp; A place where she would inspire.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately we were not able to take her in person.&amp;nbsp; But I can tell you that we did feel her presence there.&amp;nbsp; It was river day at camp and at first the day was cloudy, but wouldn't you know it, our little girl brought out the sun for all of her new friends.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you looking for a worth cause to donate to look at Camp Attitude.&amp;nbsp; The link &lt;a href="http://campattitude.com/Camp_Attitude/Welcome.html"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;can take you to there website for more info.&amp;nbsp; I know my wife and I are going to help and volunteer our time next year in helping the camp prep for the season and we will be there for the entire week of OI camp.&amp;nbsp; Here are just some of the pictures I took of the wonderful people we met.&amp;nbsp; Looking forward to Camp Attitude 2012!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LsJh6zOFAps/TiMxIzjy8YI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cOG64jAvXZ4/s1600/DSC_0205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LsJh6zOFAps/TiMxIzjy8YI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cOG64jAvXZ4/s320/DSC_0205.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Camp Attitude, a wonderful place!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ra2VIUsROQw/TiMxQLGGiuI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/JzFsw3bHgio/s1600/DSC_0198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ra2VIUsROQw/TiMxQLGGiuI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/JzFsw3bHgio/s320/DSC_0198.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ox4Ukpaa3Vg/TiMxcoAhTMI/AAAAAAAAAMU/yYihLXY4w0s/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ox4Ukpaa3Vg/TiMxcoAhTMI/AAAAAAAAAMU/yYihLXY4w0s/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;How cute is Zoe!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SlavHqH18mU/TiMxtuh56RI/AAAAAAAAAMc/VOO0z4Ki3YU/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SlavHqH18mU/TiMxtuh56RI/AAAAAAAAAMc/VOO0z4Ki3YU/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sean and Zoe's daddy Curtis.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ul3vvd3U1r8/TiMx7AQFjAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/bCW2gG0KdtA/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ul3vvd3U1r8/TiMx7AQFjAI/AAAAAAAAAMg/bCW2gG0KdtA/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_xbohcd="92"&gt;Our lil' buddy Sean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R42O0P5iD48/TiMx_J90nXI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hRdb2FIkmR4/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R42O0P5iD48/TiMx_J90nXI/AAAAAAAAAMk/hRdb2FIkmR4/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chris and Khaitlyn&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7gMUNQFma38/TiMyC6iYneI/AAAAAAAAAMo/xx6Zy1cYx80/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7gMUNQFma38/TiMyC6iYneI/AAAAAAAAAMo/xx6Zy1cYx80/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chris, Khatlyn, and her camp buddy Sophia.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PcrJ8sxKHko/TiMyJo6PWtI/AAAAAAAAAMs/jcKiM7Xj2Do/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PcrJ8sxKHko/TiMyJo6PWtI/AAAAAAAAAMs/jcKiM7Xj2Do/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sebastian and Evelia.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FFXuWsLUfnY/TiMyNJwXQZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/AP2RRflo0IE/s1600/DSC_0048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FFXuWsLUfnY/TiMyNJwXQZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/AP2RRflo0IE/s320/DSC_0048.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scary Ben!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KxwIHnavOYg/TiMyXqKbhdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/wCmrEJDtpOE/s1600/DSC_0058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KxwIHnavOYg/TiMyXqKbhdI/AAAAAAAAAM0/wCmrEJDtpOE/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wpvmH55Epnw/TiMymNbQkfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/6jS0KEysHUE/s1600/DSC_0059.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wpvmH55Epnw/TiMymNbQkfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/6jS0KEysHUE/s320/DSC_0059.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oQHnTQ--JQ8/TiMy73DuGtI/AAAAAAAAAM8/HFHthZL16tQ/s1600/DSC_0108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oQHnTQ--JQ8/TiMy73DuGtI/AAAAAAAAAM8/HFHthZL16tQ/s320/DSC_0108.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;lil' Bryten.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JLds3dQphSI/TiMzJ50hF0I/AAAAAAAAANA/OuFEwlYfDrE/s1600/DSC_0116.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JLds3dQphSI/TiMzJ50hF0I/AAAAAAAAANA/OuFEwlYfDrE/s320/DSC_0116.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gFOYsx28PlY/TiMzc4B706I/AAAAAAAAANE/Wg4mQFq2hXE/s1600/DSC_0121.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gFOYsx28PlY/TiMzc4B706I/AAAAAAAAANE/Wg4mQFq2hXE/s320/DSC_0121.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Troy and Carter,&lt;br /&gt;does this look like trouble to anyone else?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fymc_ZNgGu4/TiMzqUGbDeI/AAAAAAAAANI/FFrJKQQeooE/s1600/DSC_0187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fymc_ZNgGu4/TiMzqUGbDeI/AAAAAAAAANI/FFrJKQQeooE/s320/DSC_0187.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brennan and Betsy&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7hVwEsKuZo/TiMzyZKEEwI/AAAAAAAAANM/3GLnYA-iNIM/s1600/DSC_0193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F7hVwEsKuZo/TiMzyZKEEwI/AAAAAAAAANM/3GLnYA-iNIM/s320/DSC_0193.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brittnye and Shanessa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1D7FkB-a3Ws/TiMz3D-kBAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xDalFPYhets/s1600/DSC_0194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1D7FkB-a3Ws/TiMz3D-kBAI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xDalFPYhets/s320/DSC_0194.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Alpha Males of camp!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sXVbSSLJBtg/TiMz-aZU3hI/AAAAAAAAANU/F4WlblM6Z4I/s1600/DSC_0206.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sXVbSSLJBtg/TiMz-aZU3hI/AAAAAAAAANU/F4WlblM6Z4I/s320/DSC_0206.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZaQCu_IU3Q/TiM0Fuy8DZI/AAAAAAAAANY/hI3NAQ4Zg78/s1600/DSC_0212.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RZaQCu_IU3Q/TiM0Fuy8DZI/AAAAAAAAANY/hI3NAQ4Zg78/s320/DSC_0212.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Troy and Chris&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-9080419221704609548?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/9080419221704609548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/07/camp-attitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/9080419221704609548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/9080419221704609548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/07/camp-attitude.html' title='Camp Attitude'/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LsJh6zOFAps/TiMxIzjy8YI/AAAAAAAAAMM/cOG64jAvXZ4/s72-c/DSC_0205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-961960628771216130</id><published>2011-06-30T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T18:21:20.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking the steps she'll never take...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IEsmQxzY8yI/Tgzy-s2xFdI/AAAAAAAAALA/FT6dB45wnIc/s1600/DSC_0083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IEsmQxzY8yI/Tgzy-s2xFdI/AAAAAAAAALA/FT6dB45wnIc/s320/DSC_0083.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last weekend, we spent a bittersweet day honoring Zayana's memory by walking in Noah's Quest in Sandy,OR. Noah's Quest is an annual event that brings families who have lost little ones together to remember, to cry, to share, to "take the steps they'll never take." We met some amazing families who shared in our grief, listened to our stories and who, of course, remarked on what a perfectly adorable little girl Zayana Grace is. It was a comfort to know that we are not alone, but the many children and babies who accompanied their families were a painful reminder of what we do not have. However, we must focus not on what we are missing, but on what we had the joy of experiencing- 16 weeks with the most beautiful, loving, amazing baby girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We invited family to walk with us. Some were unable to attend (understandable). Some chose not to attend (hurtful). We ended up with a small but mighty group draped in orange and sporting Zayana's gorgeous face. Next year we plan on extending the invitation to anyone who would like to honor Z's memory. We hope to have a huge turn out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7IkPKmyPd8I/Tgz6VXFvWnI/AAAAAAAAALg/7pkbLKG_hrQ/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7IkPKmyPd8I/Tgz6VXFvWnI/AAAAAAAAALg/7pkbLKG_hrQ/s320/DSC_0020.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hw6__qVhdK0/Tgz6e_tDblI/AAAAAAAAALk/aVP4CeoSQrI/s1600/DSC_0027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hw6__qVhdK0/Tgz6e_tDblI/AAAAAAAAALk/aVP4CeoSQrI/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Munchers, we felt you cheering us on. Hope you enjoyed your balloons and all of the orange! Thanks for the sunshine. We miss you so very much and love you with all of our hearts. Thank you for blessing us so greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ksiHyX9bJc0/Tgz6-STIN6I/AAAAAAAAALo/Ny0nQb5B00E/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ksiHyX9bJc0/Tgz6-STIN6I/AAAAAAAAALo/Ny0nQb5B00E/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uncle Dan and Cousin Katie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wTU8g-td0Mc/Tg0f2xMZ_MI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ymZWnQuNbX4/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wTU8g-td0Mc/Tg0f2xMZ_MI/AAAAAAAAAL8/ymZWnQuNbX4/s320/DSC_0006.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the ladies. Special shout out to Tia Christina (far left) who drove from Spokane to honor Z and&lt;br /&gt;who has become a huge crusader for OI Awareness!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OaqjXtbUeZ0/Tgz7GTP8rTI/AAAAAAAAALs/CZgg2nkjqRg/s1600/DSC_0038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OaqjXtbUeZ0/Tgz7GTP8rTI/AAAAAAAAALs/CZgg2nkjqRg/s320/DSC_0038.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remembering their precious grandbaby.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jAcPxoTdKtk/Tgz8KzAdH1I/AAAAAAAAALw/wf_D7eUjuCs/s1600/DSC_0127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jAcPxoTdKtk/Tgz8KzAdH1I/AAAAAAAAALw/wf_D7eUjuCs/s320/DSC_0127.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pictures don't do it justice, but doves were released in honor of our babies. Majestic.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WeQGl-FKTaY/Tgz_Fc6tUzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/J-6pj-Rtw0U/s1600/DSC_0165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WeQGl-FKTaY/Tgz_Fc6tUzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/J-6pj-Rtw0U/s320/DSC_0165.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baby Z, always shining her light down on us!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-961960628771216130?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/961960628771216130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/06/taking-steps-shell-never-take.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/961960628771216130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/961960628771216130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/06/taking-steps-shell-never-take.html' title='Taking the steps she&apos;ll never take...'/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IEsmQxzY8yI/Tgzy-s2xFdI/AAAAAAAAALA/FT6dB45wnIc/s72-c/DSC_0083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-6977295619233461170</id><published>2011-06-28T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T15:42:19.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So true....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Our friend at "&lt;a href="http://colinstuart.blogspot.com/2011/06/kind-stupidity.html?showComment=1309299211670#c7792871922452304836"&gt;Colin's Corner&lt;/a&gt;" recently had a great post.&amp;nbsp; He listed a top 10 of the worst things that can be said (especially to him) to a grieving parent.&amp;nbsp; It helps to explain some of the feelings I have been having lately with people and their need to help or say something significant to make&amp;nbsp;me feel better.&amp;nbsp; People need to understand that there is nothing that&amp;nbsp;they can do that will or can make us feel better.&amp;nbsp; WE ARE GRIEVING!&amp;nbsp; Please let us grieve in our own way. Like he said, "...sometimes silence is golden."&amp;nbsp; But this does not mean that you shouldn't acknowledge the fact that we lost our child.&amp;nbsp; I think that hurts even more, when people pretend like nothing happened.&amp;nbsp; If I can give anyone a word of advice on how to deal with a grieving parent is just let them be.&amp;nbsp; Put yourself in there shoes and think on how you would want to be treated in this situation.&amp;nbsp; I hope and pray that you&amp;nbsp;never have to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if this post feels a little negative or confrontational but its just some feeling I have been having lately and I had to let them out.&amp;nbsp; Thank you all for understanding.&amp;nbsp; All I can say is GRIEF SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to you my little Munchers, daddy will never let you go and I will be thinking of you everyday, I promise.&amp;nbsp; I know you understand if daddy is sad, I know your probably sad too!&amp;nbsp; But we will be sad together as we will be happy together!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And one day we WILL be together again, and I will be able to tell you in person that I love you!!&amp;nbsp; I can't wait till that day!&amp;nbsp; Daddy loves you and misses you sooo much Zayana Grace!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always and Forever,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your loving Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-6977295619233461170?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6977295619233461170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/6977295619233461170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/6977295619233461170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/06/so-true.html' title='So true....'/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-5911158588269585962</id><published>2011-06-24T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T09:51:23.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Months...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written June 23, 2011&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ET7ifDqbkug/TgSyWl67xCI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hWSUQt67pzI/s1600/img300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="302" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ET7ifDqbkug/TgSyWl67xCI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hWSUQt67pzI/s400/img300.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Today we should be celebrating the day you turned 6 months old.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;To most, 6 months would not have been a huge accomplishment.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But for us, this day would have been a huge marker!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Doctors had told us that if you could make it through the first year, your chances would be greater.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Today would have been the half way point of that short journey and we would be so proud of all you have accomplished in 6 months.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We would still be holding our breath waiting to see what the next 6 months would have brought us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We would be wondering what would be the next road block you would face and what you would do to overcome it, what new things you would have accomplished, and best of all, 6 more months of our Munchers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--XiLo8jGG6Q/TgS0Sge1AII/AAAAAAAAAKc/37aO1Gwa1qM/s1600/DSC_0168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--XiLo8jGG6Q/TgS0Sge1AII/AAAAAAAAAKc/37aO1Gwa1qM/s400/DSC_0168.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Today is your 6 month birthday and I am so happy for today.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;6 months ago today in the early morning hours of December 23 you physically came into our lives and changed it forever.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I will always remember when I first saw you and you took my breath away.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;With my breath, you also stole my heart.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And I would never be the same again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I looked at you as they placed you on the table and thought&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;, “Oh my God, she is so beautiful! How did I create such a thing of beauty? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;And look at all that hair!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VHvYwZnN9Q0/TgSzYeuKWjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/CI9QAm1OqdY/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VHvYwZnN9Q0/TgSzYeuKWjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/CI9QAm1OqdY/s400/DSC_0012.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c2B_o_FX52Q/TgSzmC7scwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/XpeO0UQcAd8/s1600/DSC_0014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-c2B_o_FX52Q/TgSzmC7scwI/AAAAAAAAAKY/XpeO0UQcAd8/s400/DSC_0014.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And then I heard your first cry.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Oh, what a sweet sound that was and I thought to myself, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“OK, we passed the first marker, she appears to be breathing.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;This was the first of many things you would overcome.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Doctors had prepped us for this.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They told us you may not be able to breathe because your lungs may have been underdeveloped.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We were all worried but put our faith in God that he would help you pull through.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;They brought you to your mom as she lay on the operating table for the 2 of you to finally meet in person. I started to cry.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The look you gave your mom and the look she gave you were just priceless, and I thought, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“This is my family, thank you God!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6qGk-gDp4cs/TgS05nDqjJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ovGh8WMmVo8/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6qGk-gDp4cs/TgS05nDqjJI/AAAAAAAAAKg/ovGh8WMmVo8/s400/DSC_0018.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KvLXy6yANwM/TgS1I-yU93I/AAAAAAAAAKk/bIpzO35nE2c/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KvLXy6yANwM/TgS1I-yU93I/AAAAAAAAAKk/bIpzO35nE2c/s400/DSC_0019.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The doctors said they had to take you quickly into the NICU and started to leave.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I kissed your mommy on the forehead and told her I would take care of you and I followed.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;There they began to examine you and you cried. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;You cried as they measured you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You cried as they washed your hair.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You cried as they examined your head, and I felt helpless.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I felt so helpless because you were crying and I could not hold you and comfort you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A nurse must have saw this on my face and told me I could come closer and talk to you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This moment in time I will always remember and I hold very close to my heart.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This is when I knew just how much I loved you and that I would do anything for my precious little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P2a6GnI_UbU/TgS1vEmCE8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Yx6qP5e1JNc/s1600/DSC_0021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P2a6GnI_UbU/TgS1vEmCE8I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Yx6qP5e1JNc/s400/DSC_0021.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yrdJMAg8RdQ/TgS2Ak4tpoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2EWoDYg5xHE/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yrdJMAg8RdQ/TgS2Ak4tpoI/AAAAAAAAAKs/2EWoDYg5xHE/s400/DSC_0023.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As I stood next to your table in awe of you, I was finally able to say something.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I remember saying, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“It’s ok, daddy‘s here” &lt;/i&gt;and then you tuned you head.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You turned your head toward me, looked at me and stopped crying.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You looked at me with your swollen eyes as to say &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Hi daddy, I love you!”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I was in shock as were the nurses.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I remember them saying, &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Look, she knows your voice!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was amazed and speechless.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I didn’t know what else to do, so I cried again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I cried and came closer and kissed you on the forehead.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;As I pulled away you gave me this look.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was a look I would come to see many more time in the future.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“Its ok daddy, I’ll be fine”&lt;/i&gt; was what you were telling me as I stood there crying over you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;At that moment, I stopped crying and thought &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;“What an amazing little girl!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Your right, things will be fine.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I felt at peace.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I felt your love.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And I felt Gods hands holding me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-21pJmPXwtRc/TgS3xGpk2dI/AAAAAAAAAKw/OtIYLh3Kj_A/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-21pJmPXwtRc/TgS3xGpk2dI/AAAAAAAAAKw/OtIYLh3Kj_A/s400/DSC_0035.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pvafXTLoqJg/TgS4EN6K2QI/AAAAAAAAAK4/CPyLZnICou8/s1600/DSC_0048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pvafXTLoqJg/TgS4EN6K2QI/AAAAAAAAAK4/CPyLZnICou8/s400/DSC_0048.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pvafXTLoqJg/TgS4EN6K2QI/AAAAAAAAAK4/CPyLZnICou8/s1600/DSC_0048.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Today is your 6 month birthday and you are giving me gifts today.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Thank you Munchers for all of the wonderful memories you have given me, especially this one.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Thank you for 16 wonderful weeks in your presence.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Thank you for showing me the meaning of true love between a father and a daughter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Thank you for all of your cries, your smiles, your dirty diapers, your late night feeding.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Thank you for bringing God back into my life. Thank you for bringing your mom and I even closer together.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Thank you for being you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;As I said before, I will never be the same and I thank you for that most of all.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QUjjExo8OOk/TgS7zgwSXZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/862B7wh-QM8/s1600/DSC_0234.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QUjjExo8OOk/TgS7zgwSXZI/AAAAAAAAAK8/862B7wh-QM8/s400/DSC_0234.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Today is you 6 month birthday and while I am happy for today I am also sad because you’re not here with us.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I wish that you were still here to help us celebrate today.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I wish you were still here to help celebrate many more birthdays and milestones.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I wish I could have seen you grow up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I wish I could have seen you conquer the world.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I know you would have.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You were always so determined to do things your way, and I miss that too.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I miss you Zayana Grace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Today is your 6 month birthday. Happy 6 month birthday Munchers!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Mommy and daddy miss their little girl so much! We love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KaKZsuD5vT4/TgS3622S3rI/AAAAAAAAAK0/hBsOcFI6vnY/s1600/DSC_0042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KaKZsuD5vT4/TgS3622S3rI/AAAAAAAAAK0/hBsOcFI6vnY/s400/DSC_0042.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Always and Forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Your Loving Daddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-5911158588269585962?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/5911158588269585962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/06/six-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/5911158588269585962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/5911158588269585962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/06/six-months.html' title='Six Months...'/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ET7ifDqbkug/TgSyWl67xCI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/hWSUQt67pzI/s72-c/img300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-1024946994861099414</id><published>2011-06-23T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T15:14:47.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, my little Honey Bear. Six months ago, I looked into the deep, soulful brown eyes that would change me forever.&amp;nbsp;That moment will always be seared into my heart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For months, I had prayed and worried and prayed and worried about your entrance into this world. We didn't know how long we would have with our precious baby girl. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As they manipulated my body in ways I didn't know were possible, I had one prayer- please let her cry.&amp;nbsp;I needed to know your little lungs would be strong enough to at least let me hold you alive. That I could at least say hello to my little girl before I had to say good-bye.&lt;img border="0" height="212px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WegL21T3Q3s/TgOitQwSAII/AAAAAAAAAJo/KMzbHd004og/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then, I heard it. The most precious sound to ever fall upon my ears. Your sweet, labored little yelp. I gave a silent Thank You before my prayers became more detailed. There was so much unknown. It was an agonizing moment or two before I got to see your beautiful,swollen little face,all scrunched up and confused. And that hair! Oh the hair! It was the talk of the room. Then, you were wisked away to the NICU. It tore me apart to see you go, but I knew your loving daddy would be with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The longest three hours of my life followed as waited alone in recovery,my every thought consumed by concern of how you were doing. I didn't care that I couldn't feel my legs, or that my insides had just been torn apart,&amp;nbsp;or that&amp;nbsp;a stranger was torturing me every 15 minutes by pressing on my belly.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I only wanted to see my precious Zayana Grace. To hold you, to talk to you, to kiss your fuzzy little head,to let you know that Mommy is here and that everything would be okay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YW2Ywfyc0lY/TgOnO7NJT2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/saHzU7T_QoQ/s1600/DSC_0054.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YW2Ywfyc0lY/TgOnO7NJT2I/AAAAAAAAAJs/saHzU7T_QoQ/s320/DSC_0054.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;After an eternity, the moment finally arrived. The nurse wheeled me in on my gurney to see you. To REALLY see you for the first time, not just a passing glance. My heart and mind were wrought with worry. I had heard that your head was swollen and that you were having difficulty breathing. Your little leg had been stuck up by your face and they had trouble putting it into its rightful place. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At first, I was taken aback by all of the wires and tubing. Your&amp;nbsp;glorious locks&amp;nbsp;were covered by a mesh stocking and your beautiful mouth was taken over by a large breathing mask. All I could see were those amazing brown eyes. When I gazed into your eyes, time stood still. Here, in the fight of your life, you were somehow able to speak to me through the windows of your soul, and oh they spoke volumes! At that moment, I knew that you were going to be okay. You told me so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gktcUtTq6rM/TgOruQYFHnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PoWHvLZzvuI/s1600/DSC_0221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gktcUtTq6rM/TgOruQYFHnI/AAAAAAAAAJw/PoWHvLZzvuI/s320/DSC_0221.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pvN4S3VPimg/TgOsh1YCudI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qYouCtWomDU/s1600/DSC_0072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pvN4S3VPimg/TgOsh1YCudI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/qYouCtWomDU/s320/DSC_0072.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the days of uncertainty passed, there was one constant- those big brown eyes of reassurance. All of the odds were stacked against you, all of the doctors skeptical, but those big brown eyes told us otherwise. Thank you for that gift, mija. A gift you not only shared with &amp;nbsp;your mommy and daddy, but with any one who needed it. Your daddy and I watched in amazement as friends and family were ushered in one by one, with heavy hearts, expecting to say good-bye. You worked your magic, transforming sadness into joy and hope with one transcendent glance. We could not have been more proud to be your parents. Our little Warrior Princess, fighting against all odds, yet more concerned with spreading love and hope to those around her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXGsWoYJ0oA/TgOtvyOjoGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rRlEEkq-YhM/s1600/DSC_0308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KXGsWoYJ0oA/TgOtvyOjoGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/rRlEEkq-YhM/s320/DSC_0308.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And that's how you continued to live your life, precious little one. Always trying to brighten the day of others, especially your mommy and daddy. And you did, mija. You were the sunshine of our home. Your too-short 16 weeks of life brought many challenges, but also brought more joy, laughter and hope then we have ever known. Even in the midst of the trials, I had never been happier. How could I not be filled with joy looking at this face:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-6CKO3w3I0/TgOuTAF8ZUI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLsprQotgD0/s1600/DSC_0080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-6CKO3w3I0/TgOuTAF8ZUI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/kLsprQotgD0/s320/DSC_0080.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0Z6q5LnWdI/TgOxgkOPEQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/pK7ewpWoxX8/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; height: 225px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; width: 317px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q0Z6q5LnWdI/TgOxgkOPEQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/pK7ewpWoxX8/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, my little Munchers. I miss you every day. So much. The house is too quiet and my arms are too empty. There is a Zayana-shaped hole in my heart. Today, I miss you the most. From the moment we took you home at 9 days old, I was sure you were going to continue to beat the odds. I had great plans for your 6-month birthday. What an accomplishment! Half-way to the Big 1-Year Blowout celebration! I often dreamt about what you would be doing by 6 months-well on your way to conquering the world, for sure! You would be surpassing your own special Zayana milestones, and each one would be reason for great rejoicing. My heart aches that you don't have the opportunity to show us all you could accomplish. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But, I'll try not to dwell on what could have been,though&amp;nbsp; it is so&amp;nbsp;very difficult.&amp;nbsp;That would only take away from what was. And, what was is truly astounding. What you did in 16 weeks, most people will never attain in a full lifetime. I can only pray that my life has a fraction of the purpose, love and hope that your precious life did. Oh, Snuggle Puppy of mine, everything about you is especially fine. I love who you are, I love what you do, Oh, Snuggle Puppy, I LOVE YOU! Your life will give me courage to keep going&amp;nbsp;and make the most out of mine. And, anytime I am in doubt, all I'll have to do is look into those eyes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nJGvUT5Jim4/TgOxIQczQjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/FEhJ4wHUFcs/s1600/0148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nJGvUT5Jim4/TgOxIQczQjI/AAAAAAAAAKA/FEhJ4wHUFcs/s320/0148.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy 6 Month Birthday, Zayana Grace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-1024946994861099414?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1024946994861099414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/06/birth-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/1024946994861099414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/1024946994861099414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/06/birth-day.html' title='Birth Day'/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WegL21T3Q3s/TgOitQwSAII/AAAAAAAAAJo/KMzbHd004og/s72-c/DSC_0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-4010645391398846391</id><published>2011-06-22T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T15:07:43.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of a Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPLSUcAeFwM/Tf-Ui3ghNQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/6kU0jizXRx8/s1600/DSCN0890.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPLSUcAeFwM/Tf-Ui3ghNQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/6kU0jizXRx8/s320/DSCN0890.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We were so happy to add to our family!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_hYKEyWv2WQ/Tf-T6v8NbbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6kU_QP1QHy0/s1600/DSCN0992.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've often been told I have a way with words. That may or may not be true, but sometimes words are inadequate. Sometimes, something is so profound that it cannot be bound by the mere combination of letters. Ernesto's role as a Daddy is one of those things. People who were blessed enough to watch this amazing man in action will understand. Throughout my life, I've witness many outstanding fathers, but never have I seen one man embody everything a little girl would hope and dream for in a Daddy like my husband. I've understood the heart of our Heavenly Father more deeply by watching Ernesto pour his heart and soul into Zayana Grace. At this point, I will let the pictures speak for themselves. Happy Father's Day, Ernesto. Thank you for loving our daughter as you do. Precious baby girl Zayana Grace, thank you for being the best possible teacher. We love and miss you with all our hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_hYKEyWv2WQ/Tf-T6v8NbbI/AAAAAAAAAIU/6kU_QP1QHy0/s320/DSCN0992.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy working hard to get ready for his girl!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uto5ZQQZle8/Tf-VXR2F3YI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UOQSVuFQUVQ/s1600/DSC_0042.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Uto5ZQQZle8/Tf-VXR2F3YI/AAAAAAAAAIg/UOQSVuFQUVQ/s320/DSC_0042.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's okay, Mija. Daddy's here.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l72peFttUv0/TgJNIp6U0qI/AAAAAAAAAJc/3PyqmnNzQVg/s1600/DSC_0173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-l72peFttUv0/TgJNIp6U0qI/AAAAAAAAAJc/3PyqmnNzQVg/s320/DSC_0173.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Proud Pappa&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oFmtCh-9rn8/Tf-VflUtv7I/AAAAAAAAAIk/nVlyHJOTxLQ/s320/DSC_0079.JPG" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you, Daddy!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_8lPIWEewq8/Tf-WwzAtafI/AAAAAAAAAIo/h4CGEyMzlnc/s1600/IMG_2835.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_8lPIWEewq8/Tf-WwzAtafI/AAAAAAAAAIo/h4CGEyMzlnc/s320/IMG_2835.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy Kisses!!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eeQrXNjoL60/TgJIu05ch0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/vKNkUx5z9-M/s1600/DSC_0552.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eeQrXNjoL60/TgJIu05ch0I/AAAAAAAAAJI/vKNkUx5z9-M/s320/DSC_0552.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy and Munchers are tired after Bath Time!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sqiUa06pUgs/TgJKDRL7H-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/D114yDEmPNs/s1600/DSC_0047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sqiUa06pUgs/TgJKDRL7H-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/D114yDEmPNs/s320/DSC_0047.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tell me a story, Daddy!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X1uY4-1wh84/TgJK1qZW6lI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dMBBbx0vZWo/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X1uY4-1wh84/TgJK1qZW6lI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/dMBBbx0vZWo/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy, you sure are handsome!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3zdKvW6STE/TgJLTcR6O4I/AAAAAAAAAJU/pMsrAsy8W0c/s1600/IMG_2919.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-H3zdKvW6STE/TgJLTcR6O4I/AAAAAAAAAJU/pMsrAsy8W0c/s320/IMG_2919.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I go home soon, Daddy?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LhFSYoPNFIc/TgJMAu7MiNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0CoG6qOO53I/s1600/DSC_0148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LhFSYoPNFIc/TgJMAu7MiNI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0CoG6qOO53I/s320/DSC_0148.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Head to head, heart to heart.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WtVFJ0mclZk/TgJNd4dVUcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vyfLnzeH9iQ/s1600/0117112238-00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WtVFJ0mclZk/TgJNd4dVUcI/AAAAAAAAAJg/vyfLnzeH9iQ/s320/0117112238-00.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Snuggle time with Daddy!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8kgzjBcsYLQ/TgJN-TCJ5lI/AAAAAAAAAJk/b7Vgub3Hex0/s1600/0085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8kgzjBcsYLQ/TgJN-TCJ5lI/AAAAAAAAAJk/b7Vgub3Hex0/s320/0085.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-large;"&gt;We love you, Munchers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; 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margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lPoQbbixs0E/TgDtaR820tI/AAAAAAAAAIw/rxuOaiSO3tQ/s1600/IMG_1262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lPoQbbixs0E/TgDtaR820tI/AAAAAAAAAIw/rxuOaiSO3tQ/s320/IMG_1262.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Lovin on my Munchers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;﻿ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Today has to be one of the hardest days I have had to ever face.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The memories are still fresh as if it were yesterday but it wasn’t, it was two month ago today that you went to spend eternity with God and Jesus.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;While I am happy that you are in heaven, I am also sad that I don’t get to spend Father’s day with you, my precious daughter.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Last year, my first Father’s Day, you were in your mom’s belly and I was so happy and excited that I was going to be your dad!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Even though we did not know your sex I knew you were going to be a girl!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I was certain of it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Every time I thought about you, I thought “she”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I just knew.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We even had your name picked out.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was a very exciting time for me!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xR2DsXd1DjA/TgDx39PFaZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/lBpuR3Ky0G4/s1600/DSC_0025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xR2DsXd1DjA/TgDx39PFaZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/lBpuR3Ky0G4/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; Z on the day of her birth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But now you’re gone and sometimes it’s very hard to get through the day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Your memory lingers in my mind and always brings me a smile when I think of all of the happy time we had in such a short time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;With the happiness also comes the sadness.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The sadness of not having you here with your mom and I, not being able to hear your sweet little cry, not being able to feel your sweet little touch with your beautiful long fingers, not being able to look into your deep, dark brown eyes and seeing just how much you loved us, not being able to smell your scent that was so distinct that words cannot express what you smelled like.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Your mom likes to say you sometimes smelled like sweaty Band-Aids with a hint of apricot.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This is true but it seemed like much more.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It was the sweetest smell I could ever imagine.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And now it’s gone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You’re gone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And a big part of me is gone, and I am sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;﻿ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F5tLW1lFohA/TgDzXBs9yLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uX18ZUNM1pM/s1600/90040003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F5tLW1lFohA/TgDzXBs9yLI/AAAAAAAAAI4/uX18ZUNM1pM/s320/90040003.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Holding my baby girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;﻿ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I really do try to not be sad little one, but it’s just that I feel so empty at times.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Your mom and I have talked about it and we both agree, it’s like our purpose in life has gone away.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;What we mean by that is that our lives were so wrapped into yours that we felt complete&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We didn’t mind getting up in the early morning hours to feed your, or change you, or hold you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We didn’t mind the fact that we didn’t go out anymore and we were always home with our precious little girl.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Our lives WERE to take care of you!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That’s what we did and that’s all we wanted to do!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And when that was taken away from us, we just felt lost, alone, and confused.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And on a day like today, Fathers Day, I feel it even more.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The tears were very heavy this past week as I thought about the upcoming day and its two significances.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I apologize for being so sad this week, it’s hard not to be when my heart breaks every time I think of you or look at a picture of you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It’s hard to believe that the same pictures I look at to bring me great happiness will bring me so much sadness. Sadness that I will not be able to take more pictures of you.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sadness that I will not get to see you grow up.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Sadness that you are gone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Our sadness runs very deep and I’m afraid it always will.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;For our loss is great.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The loss of a child is a pain I wish on no one. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I truly wish you mom and I did not have to face it, especially you mother. But we have to and we are trying to push through.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It’s just going to take time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So I hope you can be patient with us Munchers, mommy and daddy are going to be sad for a long time because we miss you so much.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We know your missing us too.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And we know that God is comforting you in person.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;This does give us piece of mind.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But we still miss you so much.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1L3pH8gCqGg/TgD0SqRdyPI/AAAAAAAAAI8/PUJFUrniU3M/s1600/Photo0186.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1L3pH8gCqGg/TgD0SqRdyPI/AAAAAAAAAI8/PUJFUrniU3M/s320/Photo0186.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I miss you Munchers, and on this Fathers Day I miss you more than ever.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;My arms feel so empty today and I try to remember our father-daughter dance we had on the night of your passing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;No tubes, no IV’s, just you and I.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I finally was able to hold you close to my chest without having to worry so much about you fragile little chest.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I still was careful, but I wanted to hold you as close as I could.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You in your pretty pink dress and me in something not so elegant, we just danced around the room for what seemed like forever.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;That was my favorite place in the world.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And I am so glad to have that memory.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I promise you Munchers to always save you a dance on Father’s Day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;You and I, my sweet little angel, will dance again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Always and forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Your loving daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is one of my favorite videos of me and Z.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-23c894d6802cb0fb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D23c894d6802cb0fb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332533924%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D239EF000B7A6E5952143E38220EB71C8AB4253EA.2F7F5640DD57A9E812F54FBA7A3E7D227842AB53%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D23c894d6802cb0fb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwH_bzUWN4mhgYDN7puhLxOYYIus&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D23c894d6802cb0fb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332533924%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D239EF000B7A6E5952143E38220EB71C8AB4253EA.2F7F5640DD57A9E812F54FBA7A3E7D227842AB53%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D23c894d6802cb0fb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwH_bzUWN4mhgYDN7puhLxOYYIus&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-6675049448165117540?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6675049448165117540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/06/tough-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/6675049448165117540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/6675049448165117540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/06/tough-day.html' title='A Tough Day...'/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lPoQbbixs0E/TgDtaR820tI/AAAAAAAAAIw/rxuOaiSO3tQ/s72-c/IMG_1262.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-7085170135780425723</id><published>2011-06-19T15:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T15:34:31.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wanted to wish everyone a Happy Fathers Day.  Hold you children tight and never let go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-7085170135780425723?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/7085170135780425723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/06/wanted-to-wish-everyone-happy-fathers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/7085170135780425723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/7085170135780425723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/06/wanted-to-wish-everyone-happy-fathers.html' title=''/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-9048698362394841420</id><published>2011-05-25T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T12:21:05.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Five month birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Written May 23rd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy 5 month birthday to&amp;nbsp;our sweet baby girl Zayana Grace!!&amp;nbsp; Today will be a day of remembrance for me as I will try to focus on all the happiness you brought to our lives.&amp;nbsp; And believe me, you have given us plenty to be happy about.&amp;nbsp; Ive said this before and I will continue to say it, but in 16 weeks you have given us so many gifts and that in itself makes me smile.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is your birthday and your the one giving us gifts!!&amp;nbsp; You are truly amazing little girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your smile was also so infectious and I was so glad to be able to experience it.&amp;nbsp; I remember the first time you smiled at me.&amp;nbsp; While many people say that newborns babies don't smile, I would say you proved them wrong.&amp;nbsp; I can swear that you smiled at me those first days in the NICU.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-398_Xe_1Jww/Td1FaInok_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/c8nn-drxkDg/s1600/0196.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-398_Xe_1Jww/Td1FaInok_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/c8nn-drxkDg/s320/0196.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Your ability to give me prospective on things was just amazing.&amp;nbsp; While you did not do this in words, you did this with your looks.&amp;nbsp; When I was down or having a bad day you knew that giving me a specific look or smile or coo would turn my day around.&amp;nbsp; Witnessing this and thinking of all of the hardships you have faced and would&amp;nbsp;be facing made me realize that if you could be happy how could I not be.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CHwoKZh_4Bo/Td1F44WswiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/BIsu_whisH0/s1600/0148.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CHwoKZh_4Bo/Td1F44WswiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/BIsu_whisH0/s320/0148.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Your ability to love was unbelievable.&amp;nbsp; I could see it in your eyes just how much you loved us.&amp;nbsp; I do wish that I would have heard you talk and say it but just looking into your deep brown eyes told me everything you could not.&amp;nbsp; You love for us was what keep us going, especially during the tough times.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jRZ6sI1wA1Y/Td1KST4l-qI/AAAAAAAAAGw/FErtd75Zqho/s1600/0125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jRZ6sI1wA1Y/Td1KST4l-qI/AAAAAAAAAGw/FErtd75Zqho/s320/0125.jpg" t8="true" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Your strength and courage had no ends.&amp;nbsp; I don't know too many adult including myself that could have gone through what you did and pushed through.&amp;nbsp;You were the one that provided comfort to us when it should have been us comforting you.&amp;nbsp; With all of the medical issues you faced you were the one that was calm, cool, and collected.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cGQSHS7kUI0/Td1LfsTGbQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/W9Ydrl1Sx8E/s1600/0177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cGQSHS7kUI0/Td1LfsTGbQI/AAAAAAAAAG0/W9Ydrl1Sx8E/s320/0177.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You were such a beautiful baby.&amp;nbsp; I know I may be a little bias as you dad but I can honestly say that you were just amazingly beautiful.&amp;nbsp; From your teeny tiny toes to all of that hair and everything in between, you were perfection.&amp;nbsp; I remember looking at you for one of&amp;nbsp;the many hours I did and thinking that you were too beautiful to be my child.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7MySRvUCm78/Td1MIU_jt_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/PVFmWoLk_4U/s1600/0020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7MySRvUCm78/Td1MIU_jt_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/PVFmWoLk_4U/s320/0020.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You gave us so many gifts Munchers that I could go on for hours stating them all.&amp;nbsp; At times I wish I could.&amp;nbsp; But the best gift of all that you gave us was you.&amp;nbsp; I could not imagine having a more special little girl than you and I thank God everyday for letting me be your father.&amp;nbsp; I know that our time together here on Earth was short but I believe that we will make up for lost time in heaven.&amp;nbsp; And then you will probably continue to give me gifts, even on your birthdays!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Happy 5 month&amp;nbsp;birthday Munchers!!&amp;nbsp; Daddy misses and loves you very much!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k3srITYIaRE/Td1EZIuYTTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tRB5h_rcP4M/s1600/0085.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k3srITYIaRE/Td1EZIuYTTI/AAAAAAAAAGk/tRB5h_rcP4M/s320/0085.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll hold you in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my heart until the day &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I die, then I will hold you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in my arms once again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-9048698362394841420?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/9048698362394841420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/05/five-month-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/9048698362394841420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/9048698362394841420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/05/five-month-birthday.html' title='Five month birthday...'/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-398_Xe_1Jww/Td1FaInok_I/AAAAAAAAAGo/c8nn-drxkDg/s72-c/0196.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-6812290191976045365</id><published>2011-05-20T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T11:19:24.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One month.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV5tyDY5IKQ/TdatB7UstMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/kpryP0svEsU/s1600/DSC_0117.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV5tyDY5IKQ/TdatB7UstMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/kpryP0svEsU/s320/DSC_0117.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our little Munchers, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Its hard to believe that you have been gone for a month now.&amp;nbsp; As the days go by and the world continues to spin our lives have seem to come to a standstill and it is still hard to come to grips with everything.&amp;nbsp; Your mom and I spend lots of time thinking of you and dreaming of what could have been.&amp;nbsp; We talk lots of all of the good time we had,&amp;nbsp; "Remember when she did this...."&amp;nbsp;and "Remember when she did that..." and "Remember&amp;nbsp;how she would look when...".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QVKmaLuooIc/TdaobKBVQbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zz_HCRfbziA/s1600/DSC_0213.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QVKmaLuooIc/TdaobKBVQbI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/zz_HCRfbziA/s320/DSC_0213.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At times I&amp;nbsp;feel like all of this talking and thinking doesn't&amp;nbsp;make things easier, but that goes away quickly when I look at a picture of you and your big beautiful brown eyes and that sheepish grin you&amp;nbsp;use to have.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;You brought so much joy into our lives and you still continue to do so as well.&amp;nbsp; And while it may not be with your physical presence, its with your spirit and your ever presence with our Lord. I know your up in heaven whispering in Gods ear, "Hey God, how bout a sunny day&amp;nbsp;for my daddy because he's down today and we know that he loves sunny days"&amp;nbsp; or "Hey God, how bout a rainbow with the brightest orange possible because orange is my favorite color and mommy know I love orange" or&amp;nbsp;"Hey God, how bout we&amp;nbsp;play one&amp;nbsp;of their favorite songs on the radio".&amp;nbsp; Its all of these little reminders that bring us so much joy because we can see your sweet little fingerprints all over them.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But they also can make us a little sad because it reminds us that your not hear with us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RsFw_zXSNBg/TdangGgm2LI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Ut96nXvMDhk/s1600/DSC_0208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RsFw_zXSNBg/TdangGgm2LI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Ut96nXvMDhk/s320/DSC_0208.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We still miss you so much and take turns crying for you.&amp;nbsp; We cry in each others arms and tell one another just how much we miss our Munchers.&amp;nbsp; We hold each other up and tell ourselves that your in a better place and that your looking down on us and that you miss us too.&amp;nbsp; We whisper to each other that you loved us with all of your heart and that you wouldn't want us to be sad for too long and that you would tell us to stop fussing over you because your OK and to be strong.&amp;nbsp; We're trying to little Z, but it sure is hard.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g1RIT0_EGYI/Tdau04I8A0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/31kstFPxhaU/s1600/DSC_0168.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g1RIT0_EGYI/Tdau04I8A0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/31kstFPxhaU/s320/DSC_0168.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I can tell you its hard to be strong when it seems like every passing day this just gets harder and harder.&amp;nbsp; As more time passes by it may eventually get a little easier but I honestly hope not too much because I never want to forget my precious little girl.&amp;nbsp; And I am sure that days like today and other events such as your birthday, holidays, and&amp;nbsp;especially&amp;nbsp;the day of your passing will always bring us great pain and sorrow because we miss our baby girl.&amp;nbsp; But because of your strength and how you taught us to be strong we will try to be as strong as our little warrior princess.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PuwkrleZ7ik/TdanykyWefI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YFlRw4TTWdI/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PuwkrleZ7ik/TdanykyWefI/AAAAAAAAAGM/YFlRw4TTWdI/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An example would be like yesterday and today.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday daddy had it so hard because it was his birthday and all&amp;nbsp;I ever wanted to do was spend it with&amp;nbsp;my little girl.&amp;nbsp; It was hard for me to be happy when my arms felt so empty and my heart felt like it had a large hole in it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But your mommy and God&amp;nbsp;tried their best to make me feel better.&amp;nbsp; Your mom would put herself in my arms so they wouldn't&amp;nbsp;feel so empty and&amp;nbsp;God filled the hole in my heart.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; While this did help, it was remembering just how strong you were that help me get through the day.&amp;nbsp; Daddy was going to try to be strong just like his little girl.&amp;nbsp; Today was more of the same because it has been a month today.&amp;nbsp; I pushed through most of the day but as soon as I got home, I cried.&amp;nbsp; I'm sure you saw me as I was sitting in your nursery looking at your pictures and writing you this letter.&amp;nbsp; And as I was looking outside the window, I could see your little fingers pulling back the clouds and making the sun come out.&amp;nbsp; This act little girl, again helped me to gather my strength.&amp;nbsp; Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please continue to provide me strength and help me to be strong for your mommy. She loves you and misses you lots too and as you know she also has hard day.&amp;nbsp; Continue to whisper in Gods ear and provide us with those sweet little gifts.&amp;nbsp; We love them so much.&amp;nbsp; Daddy loves you Munchers and I will try to be strong for you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;With all my heart and love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Your Daddy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-6812290191976045365?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6812290191976045365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-month.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/6812290191976045365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/6812290191976045365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/05/one-month.html' title='One month.....'/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zV5tyDY5IKQ/TdatB7UstMI/AAAAAAAAAGY/kpryP0svEsU/s72-c/DSC_0117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-2157526916120782529</id><published>2011-05-16T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T14:19:49.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloomsday 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;In trying to catch up with the blog, I am posting some pictures from our walk at Bloomsday in Spokane, WA.&amp;nbsp; While it is usually a run, we decided to walk it along with the many other people did too.&amp;nbsp; The walk was going to be on May 1st and at first my sisters Christina and Patty along with dad were going to walk it in honor of our daughter Zayana and help to raise awareness by wearing a yellow T-shirt talking about OI. After Zayana's passing Chris and I decided to join the walk and dedicate it to our little warrior princess.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ttPscATnwAg/TdGP7bzWVEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DQAaaq51vCM/s1600/Bloomsday1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ttPscATnwAg/TdGP7bzWVEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DQAaaq51vCM/s320/Bloomsday1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YR83hp6lOr0/TdGP9-XyK-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/vqe_JeFZvWg/s1600/Bloomsday2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YR83hp6lOr0/TdGP9-XyK-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/vqe_JeFZvWg/s320/Bloomsday2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9tRVpZN498M/TdGRGtdd5hI/AAAAAAAAAF8/J_GU5bUoENc/s320/DSC00011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-brMW7q9kWLk/TdGRWYMANdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/k3KokOpibkk/s1600/DSC00012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-brMW7q9kWLk/TdGRWYMANdI/AAAAAAAAAGA/k3KokOpibkk/s320/DSC00012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week before the walk the weather had been nothing but rain and cold.&amp;nbsp; As always our baby girl came through for us again.&amp;nbsp; She whispered in God's ear and ask for some sunshine for her mommy and daddy.&amp;nbsp; The day could not be any more perfect!!&amp;nbsp; Thank you so much Munchers!!&amp;nbsp; Mommy and Daddy love you and miss you soooo much!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-2157526916120782529?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2157526916120782529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/05/bloomsday-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/2157526916120782529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/2157526916120782529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/05/bloomsday-2011.html' title='Bloomsday 2011'/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ttPscATnwAg/TdGP7bzWVEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/DQAaaq51vCM/s72-c/Bloomsday1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-1014491216001390448</id><published>2011-05-13T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T14:58:32.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day is a day to celebrate the beauty of motherhood.&amp;nbsp; We had hoped that this year we would be able to do this wilth our beautiful daughter but in God's great plan that was not to be.&amp;nbsp; It is very tough to celebrate a day dedicated to being a parent when you have recently lost a child.&amp;nbsp; I know its hard for me and I know that it must be hard for Chris, especially on a day such as Mother's Day.&amp;nbsp; A day where images of mother and child are everywhere and all you want to do is hold your child and say "I love you".&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Its hard to look at your wife and see the tears in her eyes when you tell her "Happy Mother's Day" because there is nothing you can do to help her feel better.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;All you can do at that moment&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;help in wiping away the tears.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;You tell her how proud you are of her and how much of an amazing job she did raising our daughter and hope that it helps.&amp;nbsp; Deep down you know it does but you also know that there is still a void there,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;a void that can only be filled by the looks of a precious warrior princess with big brown eyes.&amp;nbsp; I know the void is still there because I feel it too.&amp;nbsp; But on a special day as this, I can only imagine just how deep it feels for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Mothers Day this year we decided to get away and go to one of our favoite places.&amp;nbsp; We went to Manzanita to spend some time just to ourselves.&amp;nbsp; With eveything that has happened in the last 4 months, we have not had a lot of time just to ourselves.&amp;nbsp; The time spent together was good and it help us refresh our batteries.&amp;nbsp; We laughed, we cried, we slept, and cried some more.&amp;nbsp; We talked about all the wonderful times we had with our Munchers and how she made us better people.&amp;nbsp; We thought about the what ifs and the whys and what nows.&amp;nbsp; Overall it was a great weekend and we hated to see it come to an end and have to come back to the reality that was awaiting us back home.&amp;nbsp; An empty apartment, back to work, and a cat that lets us know that we have not paid him enough attention.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to say "Happy Mother's Day" to our mothers and thank them for all they have done for us, especially in these last couple of months.&amp;nbsp; We also want to send Mothers Day wishes to all of your friends that have recently become or have been mothers.&amp;nbsp; You all are doing fantastic jobs and know that you are appreciated.&amp;nbsp; Hold your children tight and tell them you love them every minute of every day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to my wife, my sweet beauiful wife, I want to wish you a Happy Mothers Day, one in the line of many more to come with all our wonderful children including our sweet daughter Zayana Grace.&amp;nbsp; I am here for you my love and I will always be!&amp;nbsp; I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, Z wanted me to tell you.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j5GRA6aSUv4/Tc2dGHijPlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_ttY84fAu_8/s1600/DSC_0098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j5GRA6aSUv4/Tc2dGHijPlI/AAAAAAAAAEk/_ttY84fAu_8/s320/DSC_0098.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Mom's Day mommy!!&amp;nbsp; I love and miss you so much!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are a couple of other pics from our weekend away:&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-amZcHSmwZO8/Tc2eHiT7vUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zLQM2mAU774/s1600/DSC_0046.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-amZcHSmwZO8/Tc2eHiT7vUI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zLQM2mAU774/s320/DSC_0046.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wearing yellow for Wishbone Day!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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It has meant so much to us to receive all of your support during these tough times for our family.&amp;nbsp; Without your support or Gods love we probably would have crumbled by now.&amp;nbsp; We have definitely felt very blessed to be amongst so many wonderful people. Again thank you so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bm5oWTLMmmY/Tb8LtL83E1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/hFk2LH_5iSs/s1600/DSC_0277.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bm5oWTLMmmY/Tb8LtL83E1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/hFk2LH_5iSs/s320/DSC_0277.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please remember Wishbone Day on May 6th and show your support by wearing yellow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-6844196783327990630?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6844196783327990630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/05/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/6844196783327990630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/6844196783327990630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/05/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Bm5oWTLMmmY/Tb8LtL83E1I/AAAAAAAAAEY/hFk2LH_5iSs/s72-c/DSC_0277.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-9213170435917963003</id><published>2011-04-28T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T22:54:02.558-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PSA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zayana would love to remind all of you about Wishbone Day May 6th. Please watch this public service announcement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-36a66bb09f81a802" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D36a66bb09f81a802%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332533924%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D66761D8D755C7574DE2FDD295398EDF2F4DB3CAC.41BC06F48170C037AE995FB215B67D6AF76B90D0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36a66bb09f81a802%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DI-CvUQqjLirQnkBeaZNvDrGzlf0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D36a66bb09f81a802%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332533924%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D66761D8D755C7574DE2FDD295398EDF2F4DB3CAC.41BC06F48170C037AE995FB215B67D6AF76B90D0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36a66bb09f81a802%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DI-CvUQqjLirQnkBeaZNvDrGzlf0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Remember to wear yellow for Wishbone Day!&amp;nbsp; Love you and miss you so much Munchers!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-9213170435917963003?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/9213170435917963003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/04/psa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/9213170435917963003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/9213170435917963003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/04/psa.html' title='PSA'/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-2354230914374356670</id><published>2011-04-26T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T09:55:16.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Touched the world...</title><content type='html'>Our little baby girl continues to inspire!&amp;nbsp; The link below takes you to a small write up in The Spokesman Review in Spokane, WA about our angel.&amp;nbsp; We are so proud that she continues to touch others and changes lives.&amp;nbsp; God bless our little girl!&amp;nbsp; We miss you so much!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.spokesman.com/blogs/endnotes/2011/apr/24/warrior-princess-easter-message/"&gt;http://www.spokesman.com/blogs/endnotes/2011/apr/24/warrior-princess-easter-message/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-2354230914374356670?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2354230914374356670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/04/touched-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/2354230914374356670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/2354230914374356670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/04/touched-world.html' title='Touched the world...'/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-2435040531702215347</id><published>2011-04-23T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T13:08:49.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obits</title><content type='html'>Below is the link to Zayana's obit in today's Oregoninan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://obits.oregonlive.com/obituaries/oregon/obituary.aspx?n=zayana-grace-dec-mendez&amp;amp;pid=150475783"&gt;http://obits.oregonlive.com/obituaries/oregon/obituary.aspx?n=zayana-grace-dec-mendez&amp;amp;pid=150475783&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have also placed obits in the Tri-City Hearld, Spokesman Review (Spokane, WA), Hillsboro Argus, and The Monitor (Weslaco, TX).&amp;nbsp; These should be in Sundays papers or the next printing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless our baby girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-2435040531702215347?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2435040531702215347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/04/below-is-link-to-zayanas-obit-in-todays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/2435040531702215347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/2435040531702215347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/04/below-is-link-to-zayanas-obit-in-todays.html' title='Obits'/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-6509091430011594540</id><published>2011-04-23T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T11:15:37.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G2Es3nATAWc/TbMW-eKI6kI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CVpstLXHyrE/s1600/DSC_0019.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G2Es3nATAWc/TbMW-eKI6kI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CVpstLXHyrE/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy 4 month birthday to beautiful baby girl Zayana Grace.&amp;nbsp; Mommy and Daddy miss you lots!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-6509091430011594540?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/6509091430011594540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/6509091430011594540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/6509091430011594540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G2Es3nATAWc/TbMW-eKI6kI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CVpstLXHyrE/s72-c/DSC_0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-2775897765767749226</id><published>2011-04-21T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T17:55:17.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zayana Grace Mendez</title><content type='html'>On April 19, 2011 we experience a great loss to our family.&amp;nbsp; Our daughter Zayana passed away at 12:32am of complications with respiratory issues.&amp;nbsp; Our little girl was the most loving, caring, giving person that we have ever met and at only 16 weeks old she taught us a lot about life.&amp;nbsp; She will truly be missed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will be having a memorial service for her on April 29th at 4pm at Southwest Bible Church in Beaverton.&amp;nbsp; The address is 14605 SW Weir Road, Beaverton, OR.&amp;nbsp; All are welcome to attend.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cVYuTzeeqjA/TbDQjfKJ_-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/RZJWXPFqBUQ/s1600/DSC_0161.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214px" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cVYuTzeeqjA/TbDQjfKJ_-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/RZJWXPFqBUQ/s320/DSC_0161.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God bless and Rest in Peace&amp;nbsp;our sweet little baby girl Zayana Grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-2775897765767749226?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/2775897765767749226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/04/zayana-grace-mendez.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/2775897765767749226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/2775897765767749226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/04/zayana-grace-mendez.html' title='Zayana Grace Mendez'/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cVYuTzeeqjA/TbDQjfKJ_-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/RZJWXPFqBUQ/s72-c/DSC_0161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-1578951029081696374</id><published>2011-03-08T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T15:11:32.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OI Awareness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Having a daughter with Osteogenesis Imperfecta has given us awareness of just how precious life is and how important it is to cherish each and every person in your life.&amp;nbsp; We want to thank everyone that has helped us out so much since December 23.&amp;nbsp; Our families, friends, and even complete strangers have provided us with so much love that&amp;nbsp;we have never felt alone in our time of need. &amp;nbsp;We have received so much good will from so many people that we feel like we have to do our part to pay it forward.&amp;nbsp; One thing that we would like to do is bring OI awareness to the mainstream.&amp;nbsp; If your looking for a worthy cause to donate to, please consider donating to the OI Foundation or Shriner's Hospital.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;These are two institutions&amp;nbsp;that are helping us.&amp;nbsp; Another way we are trying to spread awareness is with OI awareness blue wristbands.&amp;nbsp; These wristbands are like the "Livestong" bands, but blue in color with "Unbreakable Spirit" imprinted.&amp;nbsp; These are available on the OI website (link to the right) under store.&amp;nbsp; I also have some available that I have purchased.&amp;nbsp; So if you want one let me know and if I have any left I can give you one.&amp;nbsp; There are also many other items on the website so please check it out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UNCbZIptExI/TXarZbj-LPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Kx7C4FydRJI/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="129" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UNCbZIptExI/TXarZbj-LPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Kx7C4FydRJI/s320/untitled.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿Also, OI Awareness week is May 9th to the 15th and Wishbone day is&amp;nbsp;May 6th.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Both will help in providing more positive&amp;nbsp;awareness&amp;nbsp;about OI.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Please click on the links below for more information about both causes.&amp;nbsp; Again thank you for all&amp;nbsp;you have done for us&amp;nbsp;and know that&amp;nbsp;your thoughts, prayers and our daughters love helps us make it through each day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wishboneday.com/"&gt;http://www.wishboneday.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/xWqrU2MdNa8/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xWqrU2MdNa8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xWqrU2MdNa8&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1404540838419643280-1578951029081696374?l=mendezmoments.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/feeds/1578951029081696374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/03/oi-awareness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/1578951029081696374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1404540838419643280/posts/default/1578951029081696374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mendezmoments.blogspot.com/2011/03/oi-awareness.html' title='OI Awareness'/><author><name>MendezMoments</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05803050870532172915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s67J7YA_QQ/Td16AGlb-jI/AAAAAAAAAHI/rdDesh2zV1A/s220/photo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UNCbZIptExI/TXarZbj-LPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Kx7C4FydRJI/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1404540838419643280.post-3050585590533404579</id><published>2011-03-07T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T02:03:46.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;At times its hard to believe that two months have passed.&amp;nbsp; Our little girl continues to amaze us everyday.&amp;nbsp; With everything that she faces you can tell that she tries hard to accomplish what is put in front of her.&amp;nbsp; While people say that at three months a baby starts to develop their personalities, Zayana seems to already have a strong one of her own.&amp;nbsp; We know that she will need that and she will definitely use it as she does now.&amp;nbsp; Its amazing how a little being can keep you on your toes!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Zayana is doing great!&amp;nbsp; We have been very fortunate with her health and have not had many issues.&amp;nbsp; She seems to be growing but as a slower pace than most newborns and is learning herself how to move her arms and legs.&amp;nbsp; To us, she is just a regular baby who needs a little extra care.&amp;nbsp; We wouldn't have her any other way!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Thank you all for all of your prayers and well wishes.&amp;nbsp; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;It has never been an easy thing to bath Z, especially with her condition.&amp;nbsp; But as time has come and as we have had more practice, bath time is becoming more enjoyable.&amp;nbsp; Zayana loves to take a bath, just as long as its on her terms.&amp;nbsp; She especially loves having her hair and head rubbed.&amp;nbsp; I also can say that it is a very memorable time for me too!&amp;nbsp; Here are a few pics of the aftermath of one of our first successful baths!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ecBOum5QSMk/TVF3DlC4WRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uPySzuoXtuk/s1600/DSC_0546.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="214" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ecBOum5QSMk/TVF3DlC4WRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/uPySzuoXtuk/s320/DSC_0546.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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They were great pictures and we can not thank Stotts Shots enough.&amp;nbsp; If your looking for photographers, we highly recommend them!&amp;nbsp; We have provided a link to their website to the right.&amp;nbsp; Here are just a few of the pictures taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ecBOum5QSMk/TUmzvaOaw_I/AAAAAAAAACs/RH-7g0VUHik/s1600/0020.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ecBOum5QSMk/TUmzvaOaw_I/AAAAAAAAACs/RH-7g0VUHik/s320/0020.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ecBOum5QSMk/TUmy-xjHU3I/AAAAAAAAACo/WKetpFLXZZ0/s1600/0239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ecBOum5QSMk/TUmy-xjHU3I/AAAAAAAAACo/WKetpFLXZZ0/s320/0239.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Thank you for visit our blog.&amp;nbsp; It has been a little over a month since we have brought our precious baby girl Zayana home.&amp;nbsp; Things are well and we could not ask for a more beatiful perfect little girl (except maybe at night!!).&amp;nbsp; Here are a few of my favorite pics from when we were in the hospital waiting to bring her home.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ecBOum5QSMk/TUWwLOyQBII/AAAAAAAAABY/iZcvPI7wU2Q/s1600/DSC_0104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ecBOum5QSMk/TUWwLOyQBII/AAAAAAAAABY/iZcvPI7wU2Q/s320/DSC_0104.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Here is a proud grand papa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ecBOum5QSMk/TUWvvdddjGI/AAAAAAAAABU/_DUzeLQS-tc/s1600/DSC_0083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ecBOum5QSMk/TUWvvdddjGI/AAAAAAAAABU/_DUzeLQS-tc/s320/DSC_0083.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;The moment I knew that things would be alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ecBOum5QSMk/TUWwnEuiZOI/AAAAAAAAABg/j2uVchcvyM8/s1600/DSC_0200.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ecBOum5QSMk/TUWwnEuiZOI/AAAAAAAAABg/j2uVchcvyM8/s320/DSC_0200.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tio &amp;amp; Tia Jackson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ecBOum5QSMk/TUWxA5Mto-I/AAAAAAAAABk/sG7uas8R5xU/s1600/DSC_0205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ecBOum5QSMk/TUWxA5Mto-I/AAAAAAAAABk/sG7uas8R5xU/s320/DSC_0205.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tia Christina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ecBOum5QSMk/TUWxKsxX54I/AAAAAAAAABo/PMDnCoJgTKM/s1600/DSC_0221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ecBOum5QSMk/TUWxKsxX54I/AAAAAAAAABo/PMDnCoJgTKM/s320/DSC_0221.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Momma is happy to see her baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ecBOum5QSMk/TUWxXY7bujI/AAAAAAAAABs/BjoYYKFbn8o/s1600/DSC_0309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ecBOum5QSMk/TUWxXY7bujI/AAAAAAAAABs/BjoYYKFbn8o/s320/DSC_0309.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;My precious little girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ecBOum5QSMk/TUWxlv3htBI/AAAAAAAAABw/_7RAeIRXZGc/s1600/DSC_0341.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ecBOum5QSMk/TUWxlv3htBI/AAAAAAAAABw/_7RAeIRXZGc/s320/DSC_0341.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;In her crib at the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ecBOum5QSMk/TUWyNq_tWrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cms-IEYyl-k/s1600/DSC_0290.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ecBOum5QSMk/TUWyNq_tWrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/cms-IEYyl-k/s320/DSC_0290.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Proud grandparents and one happy daddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ecBOum5QSMk/TUWyViNlXLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/LO0zCr7qmVQ/s1600/DSC_0345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ecBOum5QSMk/TUWyViNlXLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/LO0zCr7qmVQ/s320/DSC_0345.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Simba and the baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ecBOum5QSMk/TUWyofXUE3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/JTyZ2DHRR1Q/s1600/DSC_0378.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ecBOum5QSMk/TUWyofXUE3I/AAAAAAAAAB8/JTyZ2DHRR1Q/s320/DSC_0378.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Its good to be home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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