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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 May 2007 05:03:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Payson high school football field. Today was a very special day because it was a day my daughter, Lexie, was graduating in high school. The graduation ceremony started at 7 PM sharp but Lexie left the house at 4 PM. We only live about a couple of miles away from the high school, which takes [...]]]></description>
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<p>Today was a very special day because it was a day my daughter, Lexie, was graduating  in high school. The graduation ceremony started at 7 PM sharp but Lexie left the house at 4 PM. We only live about a couple of miles away from the high school, which takes about 7 minute-drive. At 6 PM, I was in the back porch watching birds and hummingbirds roaming around in the garden like little helicopters. </p>
<p>At 6:30 PM, we got in the car and headed down to the high school football field  where the graduation was about to unfold.  It was a good thing we came early as the parking lots were getting filled quickly. The graduates were already starting to assemble behind the gate. I looked around searching for Lexie amidst the crowd but couldn&#8217;t locate her. I wanted to get a shot of her before we proceeded to the seats. Just as I was getting comfortable in my seat, I decided to go back where the graduates were gathering in an attempt to find Lexie again so I could take her graduation photo. With the sun blinding my vision, I had no luck finding her. Just when I was about to give up, I suddenly heard someone yell out, &#8220;mommy!&#8221; amongst all the crowd&#8217;s noise. It was Lexie. I quickly took a couple of shots and went back to my seat.</p>
<p>When it was time to sing the graduation song, I saw Lexie and a couple of her friends stand up and join the rest of the choir at a far corner. Then, I heard a familiar voice. Lexie was singing! It really caught me by surprise. Her voice filled the football field. It sounded good! I turned to my husband and he had a proud look on his face or so it seemed.</p>
<p>Next was the presentation of scholarship awards. I wasn&#8217;t expecting much from our local community because my eldest daughter didn&#8217;t do quite well 2 years ago. The most I anticipated were two awards only. Surprisingly, I heard her name called, not once, not twice, but five times, worth a $1,000 or more each. Another big surprise! Thank God!</p>
<p>As the ceremony was about to end, we decided to advance down to the sideline of the football field and leaned against the fence because my husband was exhausted from sitting. I asked him what he thought of his daughter singing. &#8220;What singing?&#8221; he responded. &#8220;You were not aware it was your daughter singing a while ago?&#8221; I asked. &#8220;No!&#8221;, he answered. &#8220;Why didn&#8217;t you remind me&#8221;, he added. &#8220;I thought you knew just from the sound of her voice&#8221; I said. Hehehe, yes folks, he missed it.</p>
<p>Upon arriving home, he asked Lexie to sing the song again to refresh his memory. It all came back to him. Thank goodness. hehehe. </p>
<p>Note: The football field was quite a ways out. I had the camera with the telephoto lens on so I had a good look of her from afar. Also, my husband had trouble hearing in one ear.</p>
<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ic4iIy4SJz4/RlZvaLySZhI/AAAAAAAAA0c/3z2jxDWVFa8/s1600-h/marching.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ic4iIy4SJz4/RlZvaLySZhI/AAAAAAAAA0c/3z2jxDWVFa8/s200/marching.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068360926283064850" /></a><br />Lexie happily marching<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ic4iIy4SJz4/RlZvUbySZgI/AAAAAAAAA0U/scJtGfsL92U/s1600-h/singing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ic4iIy4SJz4/RlZvUbySZgI/AAAAAAAAA0U/scJtGfsL92U/s200/singing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068360827498817026" /></a><br />Lexie singing the graduation song, &#8220;You Raise Me UP.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;You Raise Me Up&#8221;</p>
<p>When I am down and, oh my soul, so weary;<br />When troubles come and my heart burdened be;<br />Then, I am still and wait here in the silence,<br />Until you come and sit awhile with me.</p>
<p>You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;<br />You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;<br />I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;<br />You raise me up&#8230; To more than I can be.</p>
<p>There is no life, no life without its hunger;<br />Each restless heart beats so imperfectly;<br />But then you come, and I am filled with wonder;<br />Sometimes I think, I glimpse eternity.</p>
<p>You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;<br />You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;<br />I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;<br />You raise me up&#8230; To more than I can be.</p>
<p>You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;<br />You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;<br />I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;<br />You raise me up&#8230; To more than I can be.</p>
<p>You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains;<br />You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas;<br />I am strong, when I am on your shoulders;<br />You raise me up&#8230; To more than I can be.</p>
<p>You raise me up&#8230; To more than I can be.</p>
<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ic4iIy4SJz4/RlZu7bySZfI/AAAAAAAAA0M/vHfePVXOO_Y/s1600-h/awards.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ic4iIy4SJz4/RlZu7bySZfI/AAAAAAAAA0M/vHfePVXOO_Y/s200/awards.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068360398002087410" /></a><br />Lexie receiving scholarship awards<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ic4iIy4SJz4/RlZur7ySZeI/AAAAAAAAA0E/GeCLorfYnIg/s1600-h/Lexie.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ic4iIy4SJz4/RlZur7ySZeI/AAAAAAAAA0E/GeCLorfYnIg/s200/Lexie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068360131714115042" /></a><br />A close up pic.</p>
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