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     Faithful readers, my blog is not all I wish it to be at this time. I have a hundred ideas jostling around inside my head; dreams of what this space could be, what it could offer. But the blogging world is still so new to me. My intentions require patience in their realization. So please forgive this awkward in-between stage as I learn my way around here. 
     I'd like to invite your feedback and suggestions. Please leave a comment telling me what you'd be interested in seeing on the blog, what features you'd recommend or if you've had trouble viewing it thus far, etc. Don't be shy! Go on and share your opinion. 

     




Thanks for your help, my friends!

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  1. MandyNovember 5, 2013 at 7:12 AM

    There were so many trends happening when I started my blog. I think the best thing is just to make it YOURS. It does take some time to find what you want it to be. And don't stop! I'm amazed at some of the ways my memory has failed me. When I read my blog, I sometimes come across something that starts, "I will never forget ..." And guess what? I had already forgotten! Maybe you keep your journal faithfully so it's not a problem, but my blog is definitely a treasure to me, and my only regret is that I haven't kept up with it better. You already have some treasure here. :)

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    1. Bethany C.November 5, 2013 at 8:37 AM

      Thanks so much for your insights, Mandy. It's been a challenge already to scrape enough time together to experiment with it long enough to find out what I want. But it's always well worth it. I love being able to display recent photos! I have boxes upon boxes of photographs that I have yet to scrapbook. The blog makes the task of record-keeping a little less daunting.
      Kudos on your lovely blog! Just checked out the Halloween costume pics. I echo your encouragement: don't stop!

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  2. MandyNovember 5, 2013 at 10:54 AM

    I love the pictures of your kiddos snuggled up together in the library.

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  3. arianneNovember 5, 2013 at 1:25 PM

    I love those library shots too. I agree with Mandy. Make it feel like your own cozy special place you can come and find renewal and perspective. Really put your heart into it and people will respond. You are beautiful. So it makes sense your space online would be too.

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  4. Bethany C.November 5, 2013 at 1:32 PM

    Thank you, Arianne. I think keeping a blog takes a lot of courage. I look to yours often for inspiration!

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  5. Inspiration StationNovember 9, 2013 at 12:20 AM

    I enjoyed reading your blog this evening. I've loved what you've shared. Such a blessing to be able to hear music in your home with your new piano. It continues to be a favorite for me when I can hear my own children play on it. Congrats on getting the winning bid!

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    1. Bethany C.November 9, 2013 at 11:09 AM

      Thank you, Mindy. I agree, the children's responses have been the best part!

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