<?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/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638771018460262238.post4445484233861146655..comments</id><updated>2007-11-13T22:02:17.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments on Tuning The Dulcimer: Growing Up</title><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tuningthedulcimer.blogspot.com/feeds/4445484233861146655/comments/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638771018460262238/4445484233861146655/comments/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuningthedulcimer.blogspot.com/2007/11/growing-up.html'/><author><name>Church of the Renaissance</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17138259135610025514</uri><email>hub@churchoftherenaissance.org</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638771018460262238.post-2606099545082513785</id><published>2007-11-13T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T22:02:00.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is amazing, isn't it, what covers us with sorro...</title><content type='html'>It is amazing, isn't it, what covers us with sorrow, what breaks us free with joy, what we discern is of true value.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;***&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Gosh! I'm still trying to accept the reality that I'm OLD enough to be a mother ... much less a mother of a ten year old who reminds me often through a week that in eight short years she will be 18!!! Certainly, THEIR 18 will be nothing like OURS was!!! tehehehehehe ... gosh ... we were so "grown up" at 18! How is it that THEIR 18 is not nearly so "grown up" as ours was? And when I think of all I was required to do at 10, I am thankful for the innocence of my daughter. Beautiful.&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;***&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;She's beautiful, Laura, and so is the outfit :)&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;&lt;BR/&gt;Ann</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638771018460262238/4445484233861146655/comments/default/2606099545082513785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638771018460262238/4445484233861146655/comments/default/2606099545082513785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tuningthedulcimer.blogspot.com/2007/11/growing-up.html?showComment=1195020120000#c2606099545082513785' title=''/><author><name>Anonymous</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:in-reply-to xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' href='http://tuningthedulcimer.blogspot.com/2007/11/growing-up.html' ref='tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1638771018460262238.post-4445484233861146655' source='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1638771018460262238/posts/default/4445484233861146655' type='text/html'/></entry></feed>