<?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/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14864836</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:24:19.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Roberts Family Drama</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertsfamilylegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14864836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertsfamilylegacy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>HappySimmer10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15038619005515835483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14864836.post-113116555050573171</id><published>2005-11-05T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T13:51:29.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Note: This update takes place not at the main Legacy home, but at La Fiesta Tech. Where Addison Roberts is attending college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/60.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I finally made it to college. I decided to live in the dorms&lt;br /&gt;for awhile so I could make some friends. I figured this was&lt;br /&gt;the easiest way. I really feel like I fit in here at La Fiesta Tech.&lt;br /&gt;There's a diverse group of people here, so I'm not the only&lt;br /&gt;"different" one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/61.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, where should I start? Well, soon after moving into&lt;br /&gt;the dorm I met a guy named Brian Wheeler. He was&lt;br /&gt;very friendly and we got along right away. I was attracted&lt;br /&gt;to him immediately, but he seemed only interested in me&lt;br /&gt;as a friend. As I got to know him better he told me he was&lt;br /&gt;really into Vampire chicks. I thought this would mean that&lt;br /&gt;there was no hope for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/63.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/63.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was not the case. Brian finally asked me out. I have to&lt;br /&gt;admit I was taken aback. We had our first date at Bernard's&lt;br /&gt;Botanical Dining. It was beautiful there - all the greenery was&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous. It was a wonderful date. But Brian still didn't seem&lt;br /&gt;to have been swept away by me. I couldn't figure out what to&lt;br /&gt;do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/62.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/62.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Brian to tell me more about this vampirism stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I was really beginning to fall for him and wanted him to&lt;br /&gt;feel the same. I guess I was willing to try anything. Even&lt;br /&gt;if it meant becoming a vampire myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/64.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/64.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few weeks, Brian and I spent a lot of time&lt;br /&gt;together. We'd become very close and had even kissed.&lt;br /&gt;Still, it just didn't seem that Brian was feeling as deeply for&lt;br /&gt;me as I was for him. I was beginning to feel desperate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/65.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/65.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, my trip downtown to the Crypt O'Night Club was&lt;br /&gt;just to see what went on "after-hours." I asked my friend&lt;br /&gt;from the dorms, Jill Fairchild to come with me. I had a fun&lt;br /&gt;time dancing the hustle and meeting new people. Plus, I&lt;br /&gt;knew the Grand Vampires only came out when the sun went&lt;br /&gt;down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/66.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/66.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to talk to everyone I met about vampires. I wanted&lt;br /&gt;to find out as much as possible. Only few had actually spoken&lt;br /&gt;to the vampires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/67.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/67.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw &lt;em&gt;him. &lt;/em&gt;Count Payton Cox. He was getting beat&lt;br /&gt;up by the old Crumplebottom bat. Who knows&lt;br /&gt;what for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/68.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/68.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was quite handsome. And intriguing. I didn't know why,&lt;br /&gt;but I felt drawn to him. I thought that must be how vampires&lt;br /&gt;make you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/69.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/69.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I frequented the Crypt O'Night Club often. Soon I became&lt;br /&gt;comfortable enough to start going by myself. By some twist&lt;br /&gt;of fate, I ran into Contessa Alicia McArthur. She was known&lt;br /&gt;as one of the Grand Vampires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/70.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/70.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was stunning... more than that, she was breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;And she was more than willing to strike up a conversation&lt;br /&gt;with me. I found the Contessa to be extremely friendly.&lt;br /&gt;She was willing to educate me on the life of vampires. It&lt;br /&gt;almost started to sound not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/71.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/71.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it happened. The single moment that would&lt;br /&gt;change my life forever. Count Payton introduced&lt;br /&gt;himself to me and asked me to dance. As he pulled me close&lt;br /&gt;I felt chills all through my body. In a way he was like me,&lt;br /&gt;different. I felt a special connection with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/72.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/72.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Count must have felt the same way, because later that&lt;br /&gt;night he left me a single rose outside my dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/73.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/73.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling things I never had before. And for someone&lt;br /&gt;I hardly even knew. What was happening to me? What&lt;br /&gt;about Brian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/74.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/74.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a lot of time after that thinking things over. Were&lt;br /&gt;these feeling for Payton real? Or did he have some power&lt;br /&gt;over me that forced me to feel this way. I knew I had to&lt;br /&gt;talk to him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/75.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/75.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late one night I invited Payton over to my dorm. We sat&lt;br /&gt;outside and talked. I still felt this intense connection&lt;br /&gt;between the two of us. I didn't want that to go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/76.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/76.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him of my growing feelings towards him. I also asked&lt;br /&gt;him if we were friends or more than friends and if he had&lt;br /&gt;some power over me that made me want to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/77.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/77.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He assured me that even though he possessed the power to&lt;br /&gt;alter people's feelings and thoughts he had never used it.&lt;br /&gt;He also confessed that he had more than friendly feelings&lt;br /&gt;for me. I was ecstatic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/78.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened next is still a blur. All of a sudden a felt&lt;br /&gt;extremely light and almost as if I was floating out of my&lt;br /&gt;body. I felt an intense happiness and safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/79.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/79.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Count Payton Cox bit me. It didn't even hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Strangely enough I wasn't afraid. But I could tell by the&lt;br /&gt;look in his eye that Payton regretted immediately what&lt;br /&gt;he had done. He quickly explained that in his excitement&lt;br /&gt;that I felt the same way for him, he lost control. He told&lt;br /&gt;me that it had never happened before. He also informed&lt;br /&gt;me of a potion sold by the old Gypsy lady called&lt;br /&gt;Vamprocillin-D. It would instantly reverse the effects&lt;br /&gt;of the bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/80.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/80.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reassured him that it was alright. That I was excited to&lt;br /&gt;try out my new life as one of the "undead." I wanted to&lt;br /&gt;know what it was like to live life like him. There would be&lt;br /&gt;time later to drink the potion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/81.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/81.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately wanted to try out my new legs, er wings. I&lt;br /&gt;could fly... how exciting life was being a vampire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/82.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/82.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I knew what I had to do. I had accomplished the&lt;br /&gt;very thing I set out to do. I had become a Vampiress, what&lt;br /&gt;Brian was extremely attracted to. And had fallen in love&lt;br /&gt;with someone else. I had to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/83.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/83.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I explained to him that while I really cared about him and&lt;br /&gt;loved him, it was only in a friendly way. And if he really&lt;br /&gt;thought about it, he'd realize he felt the same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/84.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/84.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian was a little bummed that he wasn't going to get to&lt;br /&gt;hook-up with a vampire, but admitted he had never truly&lt;br /&gt;"felt" sparks with me. We would remain friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/85.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/85.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my room and drank the Vamprocillin-D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/86.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/86.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I appreciated the opportunity to experience life in&lt;br /&gt;Payton's shoes, for the time being I needed to go back to&lt;br /&gt;being me. Maybe after I graduate I'll let him make me a&lt;br /&gt;vampire again. Who knows???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_30715288_10796459.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/snapshot_30715288_10796459.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's the end of my Sophomore year and I'm fixing to&lt;br /&gt;start the beginning of my Junior year. Will Payton and I&lt;br /&gt;stay together? Only time will tell, but for now I plan to enjoy&lt;br /&gt;getting to know him better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14864836-113116555050573171?l=robertsfamilylegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertsfamilylegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/113116555050573171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14864836&amp;postID=113116555050573171' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14864836/posts/default/113116555050573171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14864836/posts/default/113116555050573171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertsfamilylegacy.blogspot.com/2005/11/note-this-update-takes-place-not-at.html' title=''/><author><name>HappySimmer10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15038619005515835483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14864836.post-113046342354494173</id><published>2005-10-30T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T13:07:02.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/40.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/40.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My little man, my only son was becoming a toddler. I was&lt;br /&gt;so happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/42.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom, his sisters, and Grandma Carla and Grandpa Eric&lt;br /&gt;were all there to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/43.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so proud as I blew out the candles for him. Adam was&lt;br /&gt;to become the Roberts generation 3 Heir. I could only dream&lt;br /&gt;of all the things he would accomplish and all that he would add&lt;br /&gt;to our Legacy. As I blew out those candles I made a wish that&lt;br /&gt;he would be the most successful Roberts man yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/44.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/44.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confetti everywhere!! The day had finally come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/45.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/45.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a handsome little man he'd become! I was such a&lt;br /&gt;proud Poppa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/46.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course his mother couldn't wait to hold him! Her baby&lt;br /&gt;was growing up. And what a fine looking boy he was. There&lt;br /&gt;hadn't been a doubt in Jaqueline's mind however. All of her&lt;br /&gt;children were beautiful in their own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/47.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother was next in line to hold the little guy. She be-&lt;br /&gt;lieved he would be the perfect heir for generation 3. Maybe&lt;br /&gt;partly because he was the only son, but Carla felt little Adam&lt;br /&gt;was special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/48.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/48.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after Adam's birthday, it was time for Abigail to become&lt;br /&gt;a teenager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/49.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/49.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again her grandparents were there for the festivities. Our&lt;br /&gt;babies were growing up. It was a bittersweet moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/50.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/50.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a gorgeous teenager she had become!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/51.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/51.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course immediately she wanted to experiment with her&lt;br /&gt;mother's make-up. Jaqueline was quite excited to help her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/53.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/53.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few months went by in a haze. We happily celebrated&lt;br /&gt;Adam's seventh birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/54.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/54.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy helped him blow out the candles like she'd done&lt;br /&gt;so many times before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/55.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam grew into a handsome young man. He was looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;more and more like his mother. That was a good thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/56.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/56.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After the birthday party Addison decided it was time for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;her to go away to college. She learned all she could at the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Private School, and know she was ready for a "higher" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;education.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/57.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/57.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;She waved goodbye to her family and left in a cab. My little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;girl was going to be on her very own for the first time. I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nervous and excited for her all at the same time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/58.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/58.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Addison looked so grown up. Although, she didn't pick the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;best outfit to start her college career, I still though she was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/59.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/59.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Looks like Addison had a makeover of her own. Wow!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My little girl wasn't so little anymore. She was a grown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;woman. I could only hope that Jackie and I had prepared her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;And are you wondering what happened with my little plan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Doesn't look like it's going to happen. Guess it just wasn't in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"stars." I suppose I'll just have to be happy knowing &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lucky enough to have it happen once. Now my focus was molding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Adam into becoming the next Roberts heir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14864836-113046342354494173?l=robertsfamilylegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertsfamilylegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/113046342354494173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14864836&amp;postID=113046342354494173' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14864836/posts/default/113046342354494173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14864836/posts/default/113046342354494173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertsfamilylegacy.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-little-man-my-only-son-was-becoming.html' title=''/><author><name>HappySimmer10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15038619005515835483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14864836.post-113004080350807932</id><published>2005-10-26T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T23:58:52.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was time for Addison to become a toddler before we knew&lt;br /&gt;it. Jaqueline was still here and still seemed happy to have&lt;br /&gt;Addison in her life. Regardless of how she came to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/111.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaqueline really treated Addison as if she were her own.&lt;br /&gt;And as far as Addison was concerned, Jackie was nothing&lt;br /&gt;but "Mommy." She loved to teach her new things. Jackie&lt;br /&gt;taught her how to walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/121.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so happy that I had found someone as loving and as&lt;br /&gt;understanding as Jackie had turned out to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/132.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, of course, spent as much time with my little girl as I&lt;br /&gt;could. She was such a joy and I couldn't wait until Jackie&lt;br /&gt;and I had a baby together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/142.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, time flew by and Addison was growing up. Soon my&lt;br /&gt;little girl would be starting school. I couldn't wait to teach&lt;br /&gt;her all I knew. And not mention the fact that my wish had&lt;br /&gt;come true. Jaqueline was finally pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a quiet birthday party for Addison. Jaqueline was&lt;br /&gt;tired a lot due to the pregnancy and didn't want a lot of&lt;br /&gt;people over at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/161.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful little girl my Addison had become! You&lt;br /&gt;wanna know a secret? Even if I had known back then what&lt;br /&gt;would have happened after I gazed into that telescope, I&lt;br /&gt;still would have done it. Addison has brought so much joy&lt;br /&gt;to my life, I can't imagine it without her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/171.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/17.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy is she smart!! Straight A's and she even got into Private&lt;br /&gt;school. She may be different than her other schoolmates, but&lt;br /&gt;she doesn't let that get in her way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/181.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after Addison started school, Jackie began to show.&lt;br /&gt;Now I know they weren't kidding when they say pregnant&lt;br /&gt;women glow. Jackie was absolutely stunning! She never&lt;br /&gt;looked more beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/191.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/19.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pregnancy seemed to go by in a whirl, of course, if you&lt;br /&gt;asked Jaqueline I'm sure she say differently. But in a flash, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;she was in labor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/202.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We joyfully welcomed our little girl, Abigail Nicole Roberts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/211.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was beautiful - just like her mother. I couldn't remember&lt;br /&gt;ever seeing Jackie more content. I only hoped these feelings&lt;br /&gt;would last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/222.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can't be. My little girl is becoming a teenager. How could&lt;br /&gt;the years have gone by so quickly? I don't know if I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;to handle a teenager. Addison was glad that her Grandma&lt;br /&gt;Carla and Grandpa Eric came to her birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/231.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/23.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my, what a gorgeous teen she became. To me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy's always think their little girls are beautiful, even when&lt;br /&gt;they become bigger girls. I only want the best for her, what-&lt;br /&gt;ever that might be. (Addison rolled the Family Aspiration)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/241.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was still an excellent student. Always wanted to learn&lt;br /&gt;more. Addison couldn't wait until she was able to go off to&lt;br /&gt;college. But more than that, she wanted one day to send&lt;br /&gt;her children to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/261.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/26.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As quickly as Addison became a teenager, Abigail was growing&lt;br /&gt;up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/251.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a small birthday party for Abigail. All she wanted&lt;br /&gt;to do was stick her fingers in the icing. Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/281.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/28.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two beautiful daughters. There was never another father&lt;br /&gt;as proud as me. I was very happy with the way my life&lt;br /&gt;had turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/301.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this? I thought I couldn't be happier, but I was&lt;br /&gt;proven wrong when Jaqueline told me we were expecting&lt;br /&gt;another child. I loved both my daughters dearly, but I yearned&lt;br /&gt;for a son to carry on the legacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/311.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful bride. Still as pretty ever - my love for Jackie&lt;br /&gt;was stronger than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/321.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a seemingly stress-free pregnancy, we finally had our&lt;br /&gt;son. Jaqueline gave birth to a beautiful &amp;amp; healthy baby boy&lt;br /&gt;we named Adam Monroe Roberts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/331.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/33.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abigail who had been anxiously awaiting the birth of the&lt;br /&gt;newest member was over-joyed when she found out she&lt;br /&gt;had a brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/341.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family was complete. A beautiful wife, two beautiful&lt;br /&gt;daughters, and a son to carry on as my Heir. I was truly&lt;br /&gt;happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/362.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/361.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaqueline was again the doting, wonderful mother she had&lt;br /&gt;been every time. Having another baby in the house brought&lt;br /&gt;a joy to her eyes. She didn't realize how much she'd missed&lt;br /&gt;it, and truthfully, neither had I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/372.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/371.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie and I took turns feeding, changing, and putting Adam&lt;br /&gt;down for his naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/381.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither one of us wanted to miss a moment of his baby years.&lt;br /&gt;We both knew how quickly they pass you by. I sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;thought back to the time when I was pregnant with Addison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was one of the best times in my life and I missed it more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;than I would have imagined possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_306708e4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/snapshot_efeeea54_306708e4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abigail and Addison were best friends as well as sisters.&lt;br /&gt;They had always gotten along, and the fact that Addison&lt;br /&gt;had become a teenager did nothing to change that. Things&lt;br /&gt;seemed to be perfect for us. But when Jaqueline discovers&lt;br /&gt;what I'm planning, will she be able to accept it? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14864836-113004080350807932?l=robertsfamilylegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertsfamilylegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/113004080350807932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14864836&amp;postID=113004080350807932' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14864836/posts/default/113004080350807932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14864836/posts/default/113004080350807932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertsfamilylegacy.blogspot.com/2005/10/it-was-time-for-addison-to-become.html' title=''/><author><name>HappySimmer10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15038619005515835483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14864836.post-112422274672188920</id><published>2005-08-20T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T23:16:26.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/Jared%20Roberts3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/Jared%20Roberts2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, here I am. Jared Roberts, Heir to the Eric Roberts Legacy.  I graduated from La Fiesta Tech. With honors I might add, summa cum laude. And with a degree in Biology. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/Chief%20of%20Staff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I quickly became Chief of Staff at SimCity General Hospital. Things seemed to be moving quite quickly for me now. College breezed by - I graduated, met Jaqueline, fell in love, and moved back into my parents house. Why did I feel so much pressure? Why did I ask Jackie to move in so soon after graduating college? I mean, yeah, I am the chosen one to carry on the Legacy, but how hard can that be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/The%20proposal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So the next step had to be to get engaged to Jackie. I know that's what she expected, not to mention what my parents expected. I guess I never stopped to question any of it for myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/Yes%21Yes%21Yes%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Naturally she said yes. She'd only dreamed of it through 4 years of college. Not to mention she'd been planning her wedding since she was 6 years old. I was happy too, don't get me wrong. I loved Jackie and wanted nothing more than to raise a family with her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/Promotion1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jaqueline was soon promoted to Police Chief. It was her lifetime want to become Captain Hero. She'd already decided as soon as she had accomplished that goal she would prepare to be a stay-at-home mom. After all, she planned on having lots of babies and wanted to be there for everything. She didn't plan on missing a moment!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/Here%20comes%20the%20Bride3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What a beautiful bride. She was absolutely the most gorgeous women I'd ever seen. It was a happy day for both of us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/Jared%20giving%20Jacqueline%20her%20ring19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/Jared%20giving%20Jacqueline%20her%20ring12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;As Jared slipped the ring on Jaqueline's left ring finger, he knew he was making the right decision. She was a wonderful woman, and would make the best wife and mother. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/Jac%20giving%20ring%20to%20Jared5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jaqueline had waited for this moment her whole life. She knew that this was where she was meant to be. They were beginning their lives together and soon would raise a family of their own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/Man%20%26%20Wife.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, husband and wife. We were now ready to start our family. But we decided it would be best if we at least waited until Jackie reached the top of her career.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/400/ABDUCTION.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Unfortunately for us, the Universe had different plans. At first we didn't know what was going on! Jaqueline was hysterical.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/Hang%20on%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to admit, while most of me was somewhat terrified, another part of me couldn't wait to see what was going to happen when this strange light finally pulled me free of the telescope. What was beyond the clouds of Sim City?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/WhyWhyWhy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaqueline however was only devastated. How could this be happening? And only three days after our wedding. We both had a feeling that things would never be the same after this traumatic evening. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/returning%20home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Approximately 3 hours later Jared was returned to his home. What had happened to him while he'd been gone? He had no memory of the events that had occurred. And he wasn't sure if he wanted one. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/ouch%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Ouch! He landed on the curb in front of his home with a thud! They sure weren't much for hospitality. Jared had a strange tingling sensation in his belly but tried to put it out of his mind. He'd been through a lot tonight and wasn't sure what to make of it all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/talking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;They didn't talk much about the abduction although they thought of very little else. What had they done to Jared? He seemed fine, but that could only be on the surface. What if there was some disaster waiting for just the right moment to happen?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/Jared%20going%20into%20labor1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then that moment happened. Days after the abduction, my stomach began to enlarge. At first I was just extremely nauseous. But then I became increasingly hungry and tired. Jackie's worst fears were confirmed. I had been impregnated by my captors. I was about to give birth to an alien baby. Despite my wife's concerns, I couldn't help but think what a miraculous event was about to take place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/witnessing%20birth%20of%20Addison1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How? Jackie couldn't begin to understand why this was happening. Wasn't she the one that was supposed to be giving birth? Wasn't she the one that was supposed to go through nine months of getting bigger, swollen feet, mood swings... It was too much. She was frozen in shock. Her brain couldn't process what she was witnessing. &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/holding%20Addison%20for%20the%201st%20time4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/holding%20Addison%20for%20the%201st%20time4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;And then it was over. Almost as soon as it had started. My baby daughter was born. I named her Addison. She was going to have a tough enough time already, might as well give her as normal a name as possible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/Father%20%26%20Daughter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;She was the most beautiful baby I'd ever seen. Yes, I know I'm biased, but look at her. She's the cutest baby on this planet. Err, or any other planet for that matter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/Jackie%20%26%20Addison.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Jaqueline seemed to take to her. But Addison was still a baby, alien or not, and Jackie couldn't turn her back on a baby. But still - I had this awful feeling that Jackie might not be able to stick this out in the long run. I hoped more than anything my instincts were wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14864836-112422274672188920?l=robertsfamilylegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertsfamilylegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/112422274672188920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14864836&amp;postID=112422274672188920' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14864836/posts/default/112422274672188920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14864836/posts/default/112422274672188920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertsfamilylegacy.blogspot.com/2005/08/well-here-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>HappySimmer10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15038619005515835483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14864836.post-112256224285157904</id><published>2005-08-01T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T18:05:12.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/thumbnail_efeeea54_cfefefab.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_0feeea551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/snapshot_efeeea54_0feeea551.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Eric Roberts had finally graduated from Sim State University. Summa Cum Laude, no less. It hadn't been easy. With no family to speak of, Eric had always been on his own. But when he got to college that all changed. He'd made lots of friends. One more special than the rest. And now that he had graduated, he planned to make a wonderful life for them. Even though it meant starting out rather meager. He was determined to make it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_efeeed651.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/snapshot_efeeea54_efeeed651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's her. Carla McCullough, a Family sim. She was the love of Eric's life. They had spend most of their college years together, learning about each other and growing with each other. Carla didn't have a real family, either, which is probably what drew them to each other. Carla loved Eric and was ready to get married and start a family. She didn't care that they had very little money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_2fefd35e.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/snapshot_efeeea54_2fefd35e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't take long before they were married. They had a quiet, moonlight wedding with just a few of their close friends from college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_2fefd384.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/snapshot_efeeea54_2fefd384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric couldn't help but think what a beautiful bride Carla was. He was so happy to have found her. What a wonderful wife and mother she was going to make!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_6fefd3a31.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/snapshot_efeeea54_6fefd3a31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_6fefd3a31.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Carla couldn't remember a day when she had been happier!! Up until now she could only dream about the wonderful life she and Eric were starting together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_afefd3d12.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/snapshot_efeeea54_afefd3d12.jpg" width="379" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was time to cut the cake. Carla almost thought the cake was too beautiful to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_afefd3e82.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/snapshot_efeeea54_afefd3e82.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric just hoped it tasted as good as it looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_efefe982.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/snapshot_efeeea54_efefe982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Pretty soon Eric and Carla found themselves expecting their first baby. Carla had enjoyed every moment of her pregnancy. Even the nauseousness hadn't been that bad. However, Carla was still anxiously awaiting the birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_efefefa61.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_afefee1e.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/snapshot_efeeea54_afefee1e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_efefee21.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_efefee21.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The day they'd both been waiting for since the wedding. Carla was finally in labor! Among the extreme joy, she was a little nervous. She hoped that she would be a good mother. Eric, however, had no doubt that Carla was going to be the best mother ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_efefee21.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_efefee21.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_efefee21.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_efefee21.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_efefee21.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_efefee21.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/snapshot_efeeea54_efefee21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;27 hours of labor! It was almost over. 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_efefefa61.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_efefefa61.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_efefefa61.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_efefefa61.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/snapshot_efeeea54_efefefa61.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TWINS!! A boy and girl!! Eric and Carla were ecstatic! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_afefee1e.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/snapshot_efeeea54_eff001f4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The babies grew up so fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span 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style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_2ff03d2d.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/snapshot_efeeea54_2ff03d2d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well they were finally able to afford a small, but cozy house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_2ff03d3e.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/snapshot_efeeea54_2ff03d3e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Not quite their dream home, but it was coming along. They would have to eventually expand as their family grew bigger and bigger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_6ff04108.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/snapshot_efeeea54_6ff04108.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, here it was. Aaron and Ariel's birthday. They were teenagers. Where had the time gone? Eric wondered if Aaron would be the heir to carry on his legacy? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_4ff04170.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/snapshot_efeeea54_4ff04170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Soon they would be off to college and out on their on. There couldn't have been two prouder parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_cff42146_0ff42147.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/snapshot_cff42146_0ff42147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ariel decided to go to the Academie Le Tour. She received several different scholarships, but decided to live in the dorms. She wanted the opportunity to meet lots of different people and get the full university experience. What did the future hold for Ariel? Would she focus strictly on college life and studying or would she meet the man of her dreams? Only time would tell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/1600/snapshot_efeeea54_4ff3ba78.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2359/1359/320/snapshot_efeeea54_4ff3ba78.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Aaron chose Sim State University. He was anxious to check out the scenery, as well as the ladies. He'd never dated through high school. Never found the right one. But now there was a campus of woman before him and he couldn't wait! He knew his father was looking for him to become the family heir, but Aaron wasn't so sure that's what he wanted. Luckily he had four years to think it over. Perhaps his mom &amp;amp; dad would have another son during that time and then some of the pressure would be off him. Who knew what would happen after he left for college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14864836-112256224285157904?l=robertsfamilylegacy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robertsfamilylegacy.blogspot.com/feeds/112256224285157904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14864836&amp;postID=112256224285157904' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14864836/posts/default/112256224285157904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14864836/posts/default/112256224285157904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robertsfamilylegacy.blogspot.com/2005/08/eric-roberts-had-finally-graduated.html' title=''/><author><name>HappySimmer10</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15038619005515835483</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
