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Preparing for the run, and some changes with the Run for the Little Flowers

My family. Last year's run
The 3rd Annual Run for the Little Flowers is NEXT week everyone!  I cannot even believe that we are almost at mid-October!

I can barely stop my head from spinning these days with all of the developments and changes in our adoption plans.  Within the last week we have gotten travel approval and will be flying to China just days after the Run for the Little Flowers to finally hold our daughter in our arms!

So, my mind has not been, exactly, on the run or the details of it.  But, there are a few things I want to share with you all about it  . . .

First, even though I had originally stated that the proceeds from the run would be split between our adoption and Little Flower Projects, I have decided that 100% of the proceeds will go to Little Flower Projects.  While money for our own adoption would be wonderful, I truly never felt right about taking some of the money from the run for our own adoption expenses. This run has always been about the amazing work that Little Flower Projects does for those precious orphans in China and I want the focus of the run to remain where it started.

Second, registration for the run this year has been very LOW.  Right now, we have raised about half of what we have in the last two years.  I know that my inability to spend much time promoting it has been a big factor in this.  My head has just not been on the run because of our own adoption and, well, life.  But, my heart has and continues to be with the run.

So, because of that, I am keeping registration at $15 until the close of registration.

The last day to register will be Sunday, October 12th.  Please consider registering or sharing about the run.  Everyone who registers will be entered to win one of many great prizes.

Thank you all for your support and prayers for Little Flower Projects!!




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