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		<title>Birthday Wishlist</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Nov 2010 18:41:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s funny to me how the things you want and desire for you birthday change as you get older.  When you&#8217;re a baby, like my daughter Madison, you don&#8217;t know or care what you get for your birthday but the love that you are shown from others overwhelms you.  As you get to be a [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s funny to me how the things you want and desire for you birthday change as you get older.  When you&#8217;re a baby, like my daughter Madison, you don&#8217;t know or care what you get for your birthday but the love that you are shown from others overwhelms you.  As you get to be a little kid, you HAVE to have that certain toy and it must be specifically what you want.  If they&#8217;re not,  you WILL cry.  But when you do get exactly what you wanted, your life is &#8220;complete&#8221;&#8230;well&#8230;for a minute&#8230;until the excitement of playing with the box it came in becomes more fun.  When you become a teenager, all you want to do is hang out with your friends and NOT your parents.  The only time you want to even see your parents around your birthday is when they are giving you your presents.  As you graduate high school and go off to college, you hope and pray that your parents and grandparents send you money&#8230;because let&#8217;s face it, you&#8217;re broke!  Then you get married to the love of your life and your birthday comes around and all you want is&#8230;money&#8230;because you&#8217;re STILL broke.</p>
<p>On Monday I will be 26 and I am INCREDIBLY blessed.  I have God who loves me and provides for me.  I have a wife who is the best thing that&#8217;s ever happened to me and continues to be the best part about me.  I now have a beautiful 8 month old daughter who lights up our world and completes our family.  We have tons of family and friends that love us unconditionally.  I have a job that I get to do what I love to do each and every week and bring others to the throne room of heaven.  We&#8217;ve moved into a beautiful house and it&#8217;s already beginning to feel like home.</p>
<p>Melissa keeps asking me over and over (because our family keeps asking her), &#8220;What do you want for your birthday?&#8221;  I have yet to be able to give an answer.  It sounds silly to say but I feel like I&#8217;ve reverted back to the mindset of a little baby.  I don&#8217;t really know or care what I get for my birthday.  I just want to be overwhelmed by the love of God, my family, and my friends.  What more could I EVER need or ask for?</p>
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		<title>Introducing Madison Faith O&#8217;Neal</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Mar 2010 02:11:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>We&#8217;re having a GIRL!</title>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 27 Oct 2009 18:55:07 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>kyle</dc:creator>
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		<title>I HATE CANCER!</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Sep 2009 15:19:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[So yesterday we buried my grandmother from cancer.  This makes the 3rd grandparent that I lost to cancer is the past 4 months.  And we just found out 2 days ago that my wife&#8217;s grandmother has advanced pancreatic cancer.  I hate this disease.  One thing for sure that I can be thankful for is that [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So yesterday we buried my grandmother from cancer.  This makes the 3rd grandparent that I lost to cancer is the past 4 months.  And we just found out 2 days ago that my wife&#8217;s grandmother has advanced pancreatic cancer.  I hate this disease.  One thing for sure that I can be thankful for is that all of my grandparents were followers of Christ and showed it in their lifestyles.  My Grandpa had just accepted Christ not too long ago and we got to see his last 2 years of a true new creation.  My Papa was the one who always taught me to read my bible.  He must have read it cover to cover 20 times.  My Grandma taught me how to be tenderhearted and loving.  She taught me by her example how to serve others and always put the people you love before yourself.  All of them lived great lives and accomplished great things.  But the best decision they ever made with their life was to follow Jesus and be a light to this darkened world.  I will miss you always Grandpa, Papa, and Grandma!</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>William E. O&#8217;Neal</strong></span><br />
June 18, 1933 &#8211; May 22, 2009<br />
Lost life to leukaemia<br />
Won by Jesus Christ</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>James W. Carson</strong></span><br />
December 28, 1933 &#8211; August 30, 2009<br />
Lost life to lymph node cancer<br />
Won by Jesus Christ</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><strong>Emily B. O&#8217;Neal</strong></span><br />
September 11, 1934 &#8211; September 18, 2009<br />
Lost life to a brain tumor<br />
Won by Jesus Christ</p>
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		<title>I’m going to be a daddy!</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 26 Aug 2009 02:38:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[So I just realized that I announced this on Twitter and on Facebook and on KyleMelissa.com but completely forgot to mention it on this blog.  Click HERE for the full story. We&#8217;re due March 10, 2009.  Oh ya!!!!  Can&#8217;t describe what it feels like to know we&#8217;re going to be parents!]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So I just realized that I announced this on <a href="http://twitter.com/kyle_oneal" target="_blank">Twitter</a> and on <a href="http://www.facebook.com/kyleoneal" target="_blank">Facebook</a> and on <a href="http://kylemelissa.com" target="_blank">KyleMelissa.com</a> but completely forgot to mention it on this blog.  Click <a href="http://kylemelissa.kyleoneal.com/?p=38" target="_blank">HERE</a> for the full story.<br />
We&#8217;re due March 10, 2009.  Oh ya!!!!  Can&#8217;t describe what it feels like to know we&#8217;re going to be parents!</p>
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		<title>the little notes that let me know i’m blessed</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2008 20:58:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I also seem to get the greatest side notes in birthday cards so I figured I would share them with you this year&#8230; From my Mom and Bob (stepdad): Kyle, I love and miss you soooo much.  I can&#8217;t wait to see you in December.  I&#8217;m so excited that you are about to start your [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I also seem to get the greatest side notes in birthday cards so I figured I would share them with you this year&#8230;</p>
<p>From my Mom and Bob (stepdad):<br />
Kyle, I love and miss you soooo much.  I can&#8217;t wait to see you in December.  I&#8217;m so excited that you are about to start your life together with your new wife.  Have a great birthday.  I wish I could spend it with you. </p>
<p>From my Mema and Papa:<br />
Papa and I love you very much.  I pray the Lord will use you to praise Him in a mighty way.  Do all things as unto the Lord.</p>
<p>From my Dad and Karen (stepmom):<br />
We&#8217;re both very proud of you and we know God will do great things through you.  Follow His will for your life and He will give you joy that will amaze you.  We love you, Kyle! </p>
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		<title>How I proposed</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 18:38:17 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[There were 2 nights that ring back in my memory constantly of while I have dated Melissa.  The first being our first date and the second being Valentine’s day.  Our first date was at my apartment.  I had just ran into her at US Play about 2 weeks before and we started talking on the phone and [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: Calibri;">There were 2 nights that ring back in my memory constantly of while I have dated Melissa.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>The first being our first date and the second being Valentine’s day.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small; font-family: Calibri;">Our first date was at my apartment.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>I had just ran into her at US Play about 2 weeks before and we started talking on the phone and texting a little and we kept saying we needed to hang out sometime. Then she ended up stopping by my apartment for about 30 minutes one night while I had some guys over to play Wii.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>She just wanted to say hey and all so I walked her out when she left.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>It probably sounds cheesy to say but when I said thanks for stopping by and gave her a hug, I just KNEW something was different.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>I wasn’t sure what it was, but I felt a warmth in my heart.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well, I somehow got around to asking her what she was doing for New Years and she said she is working until 9pm.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>So I asked her what she was doing afterwards.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>So we made plans to hang out after she got off and watch a movie.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>But when I found out she hadn’t eaten dinner I told her I would make her some dinner.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>So I went up to the grocery store and got some chicken and pasta and alfredo sauce and some sparking grape juice and everything else.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>So when she came over I had it all laid out and ready for her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>We watched Dodgeball and watched my cell phone clock for the new year to come in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>At midnight, we said an awkward Happy New Years and toasted our grape juice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>After the movie, we ended up talking until about 4am just reminiscing on old times at Kennesaw First Baptist and our time growing up.  (For those of you who don&#8217;t know, we have known each other for 10 years or so.  We grew up in the youth group together at church.)  It was a night I will never forget. </span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Well for Valentine’s Day I went all out.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>It was our first Valentine’s and I already knew this is the girl I was going to ask to marry me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  So o</span>n the night before I gave her a poem that basically said, “There are not enough ways to tell you that I love you, so I plan on using our first Valentine’s together to start telling you all the ways.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>So the next morning she woke up to a rose with a little note attached to it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>It read “I love you because you brighten my day.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>And all throughout the day there were roses wherever she turned.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>I was always 2 or 3 steps ahead of her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>When she got in her car to go to class, there was one in her front seat.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>When she went to class she got one there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>We met up for lunch at Subway and the guy that made our sandwich said “Oh ya…I think I have something else for you.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>And that rose read “I love you because you are so cute when you eat.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  That night w</span>e went to dinner at Provino’s and I gave her another rose before we went in.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>Just everywhere she turned there was another rose with a &#8220;I love you because&#8221; note.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>After dinner we drove out to Acworth Beach and took a walk around Cauble Park and on the beach.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>We went out by the water and just talked and talked and talked.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>The whole day was pretty special already but there was something extra special about our conversations at the beach that night.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  It seems like that would have already been the perfect date, but there was more.  W</span>hen we left there we went back to my apartment and I had dessert set up for us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>There were tons of tea light candles around and an empty vase on the table.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>We put all her roses in the vase and I asked her to count them. 11.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>“Oh…well, I have to give you a dozen since it’s Valentine’s and all.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>The 12<sup>th</sup> rose said “I love you because…well, there are just not enough ways to tell you…so…” And I ran upstairs and grabbed another dozen that all had little notes on them saying “I love you.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>It was a pretty awesome night and another oen I will never forget.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span></span></span></p>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Well for my proposal I wanted to use a little bit of both of those nights.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>Her favorite place to eat is The Melting Pot and I had actually never eaten there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>So we went to eat there and it was incredible.  I love that place now.  We had swiss cheese and white chocolate.  We didn&#8217;t even do the meat part and we were stuffed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  </span>Afterwards, we went down to Acworth beach and took crazy pictures and just hung out.  We decided to walk along the beach and then all of a sudden&#8230;we stumbled across a bottle.  And it had a letter in it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">  Little did she know it was the same bottle of grape juice from our first date on New Year&#8217;s Eve.  I had to distress it a little so she wouldn&#8217;t recognize it.  Here&#8217;s the bottle:</span></span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">So I pulled out the letter and read it to her.  Here is that letter:</span></span></span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">And I got down on one knee and asked her to marry me.  It was pretty awesome.  I even had my buddy Jacob come down and hide in the bushes to film it.  Well here is that video:</span></p>
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<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">Well that&#8217;s it.  She absolutely loved it.  And just in case you are wondering&#8230;she said yes.  Thanks to everyone who has said congrats to us.  We will be announcing an engagement party and wedding date real soon.  It was such a great night.  Here are some of the pictures we took right before and after.  The ones of her reading the letter was her re-reading it because she still couldn&#8217;t believe it all.</span></span></span></p>
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<p>If you can&#8217;t see the video, go <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qVkUoPVrOwA">here</a>.  And if you can&#8217;t see the pictures from the whole night, go <a href="http://s8.photobucket.com/albums/a4/kyleoneal/Engagement/?action=view&amp;current=16003ae8.pbw">here</a>.</p>
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