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So I went to New York and had a blast. On Friday we went skiing/snowboarding. Last year I tried snowboarding and hated it. Somehow it put me totally out of the mood to do anything related to hills and snow. This year my cousins made me go skiing and I loved it. It's nice to know that I still like things related to hills and snow. Other than that we just did a lot of hanging out, which is always grand. I also got to experience once again, ". . . snowflakes that fall on my nose and eyelashes. . . " It was great. On Sunday there were times you could barely see cause the snow was really coming down plus it was being blown by the wind. I love snow. We just don't get enough down here.

I was sitting in a restaurant and a little girl come up to me and asks, "How do you hold that thing on your head?" I took my little clippy thing out and showed her. She smiled and on the way out of the restaurant said,"I'm gonna get me one of those things."

I spent my Valentines evening babysitting my cousins. Their parents wanted to go to a concert. I felt like a real little mother. I was trying to eat supper with a sick 1 year old clingy to me, a 3 year old running laps around the table and every once and a while trying to pull his cousin off the chair while she was trying to eat. I guess I never realize how much mom's do until I have to take their place for a little, it also makes me quite grateful that most times kids come one at time. I had a blast though. After I put the sick child to bed, the rest of them took baths. Then we had a snack and read books. Before we knew it their parents were here and the evening was over. It was over way too soon.

My family was sitting at the supper table discussing other people and their quirks. (a real gossip session) Mom said," Just think what other people say about you." Then she said that people think Coblentz' are 'grusfelich' (so I didn't spell it right). It's a dutch word that means that you "feel 'big' " about yourself. I hate trying to describe dutch words that really don't have any English equivalent. Anyway back to the story. I replied, "Yeah, well, is that someone whose opinion matters?" Took me a little while to catch onto what I said. We laughed and decided that pretty much describes us. . .

One of my friends that was at camp with me called me and asked if I would be photographer at her wedding. I was like,"Wow! Sure!" So I'm really excited and really nervous. I know it'll be lots of fun. I'll get to see at least 3 friends from camp that I haven't seen since camp. It'll be great!! I'm looking forward to it. But also filled with fear and trembling. It feels huge. But also fun. I'm confused. . .now you are too.

Ever go through times when you are just ready to give up on being a Christian. I've been going through it every couple weeks lately. I was talking to mom about it and she said, "Brittany, what happened to what you learned at camp? That God still loves you even when you mess you, that you don't have to be good enough for Him." At the time I didn't think that I had lost sight of that at all, but I sat thinking about it for a while and that's really what it was again. I have such a hard time accepting the fact that God is a God of grace. I can all to readily believe that God is God of justice. That He despises me every time I mess up again. But grace. . . the fact that He looks at me with as much love as He does Jesus. I cannot grasp.