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	<title>Comments on: Relational Giving</title>
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		<title>By: Bethany</title>
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		<dc:creator>Bethany</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2007 15:55:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oooo, oooo! I have one!
A friend and I were just reminiscing about this one, one of my best gifts ever.
After Bryan&#039;s dad died, I had to fly back to Alaska without Bryan. I was pregnant with Meira and toting 13 month Hannah. The airline had fouled up his ticket, so he planned to drive up the Al-Can highway with a friend.
I arrived home just a couple of days before Christmas, not knowing if Bryan would be home by the 25th. In our living room, our friends had set up the silliest Christmas tree ever. Small and a bit crooked, it had colored lights (which I hate) and scavenged ornaments and it was the most beautiful tree ever. They somehow knew that even in the middle of our shock and grief, we would want to be reminded that Christmas is always worth celebrating.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oooo, oooo! I have one!<br />
A friend and I were just reminiscing about this one, one of my best gifts ever.<br />
After Bryan&#8217;s dad died, I had to fly back to Alaska without Bryan. I was pregnant with Meira and toting 13 month Hannah. The airline had fouled up his ticket, so he planned to drive up the Al-Can highway with a friend.<br />
I arrived home just a couple of days before Christmas, not knowing if Bryan would be home by the 25th. In our living room, our friends had set up the silliest Christmas tree ever. Small and a bit crooked, it had colored lights (which I hate) and scavenged ornaments and it was the most beautiful tree ever. They somehow knew that even in the middle of our shock and grief, we would want to be reminded that Christmas is always worth celebrating.</p>
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