<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336</id><updated>2009-10-21T00:02:26.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Plate Stories</title><subtitle type='html'>Stories are the fabric of families, friendships and communities. The tradition of the "You Are Special Today" Red Plate has for generations been present at great and small moments of joy, struggle and growth. Share the stories.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-211924396795924012</id><published>2009-09-18T06:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:16:31.178-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>From Our Mouths to God's Ears</title><content type='html'>FROM: RH, Burney Ca&lt;br /&gt;Story Content: My husband and I were going through pre-marital conseling with our pastor. He asked what kind of traditions we would like to have as a married couple. We said we would like to have a red plate. From our mouths to God's ears, we got our red plate. We just placed an order for a young married couple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-211924396795924012?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/211924396795924012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/211924396795924012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2009/09/from-our-mouths-to-gods-ears.html' title='From Our Mouths to God&apos;s Ears'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14363146257692394486'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-2456585179265553592</id><published>2009-02-04T15:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:14:07.205-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Recognizing a Child's Special Moments</title><content type='html'>FROM: MPS, St. Louis, MO&lt;br /&gt;My PEO Chapter had a baby shower for one of the newest and youngest members. All of the girls were surprised to learn and new and blessed tradition of recognizing a child's Special moments. We have multiple generations in this group and how nice to see something so simple but perfect carried on from one to another. SOOOO many of us have started to keep the Red Plate Tradition going in our families.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-2456585179265553592?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2456585179265553592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=2456585179265553592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/2456585179265553592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/2456585179265553592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2008/07/recognizing-childs-special-moments.html' title='Recognizing a Child&apos;s Special Moments'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14363146257692394486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-570877114081437289</id><published>2008-11-20T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T21:22:00.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rediscovering You Are Special</title><content type='html'>BY: Generalist&lt;br /&gt;When people first discover the You Are Special Today Red Plate tradition, they are usually captivated by the opportunities it presents for life-giving affirmation of others. This blogger &lt;a href="http://amysrainbow.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-are-special-today.html"&gt;chanced upon a red plate&lt;/a&gt; refreshing memories of the plate as positive part of her childhood. How wonderful to have positive triggers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-570877114081437289?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/570877114081437289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=570877114081437289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/570877114081437289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/570877114081437289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2008/11/rediscovering-you-are-special.html' title='Rediscovering You Are Special'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14363146257692394486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-2633896458705114510</id><published>2008-07-10T10:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T11:26:54.250-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Sharing the Family Tradition</title><content type='html'>FROM: Generalist&lt;br /&gt;From the very beginning of this blog we have enjoyed connecting people to the stories of those who celebrate the tradition of the Red Plate. This blogger's &lt;a href="http://www.mycup2yours.com/2008/07/creating-family-tradition-with-red.html"&gt;great post&lt;/a&gt; about how the Red Plate Tradition is meaningful in her family has the added bonus of many comments from readers. Some of talk about celebrating the tradition in a similar way but using blue plates, green plates and a special plate made at the pottery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Blogger mentions having two plates so that she can let both her children know they are special. Perhaps she should get ready for the possibility that some day the tables may turn and the kids will set out the plates for her and her husband. Our family has two plates but six children (we aren't ready to go that far). We have enjoyed the ocassional "Twofer" with the plates set out for the grandparents, two children in the play, or by our kids for our own aniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most plates in one houshold we know of is the Masche family who were given six plates by RedPlateStore.com after the birth of their sextuplets in June of 2007. Six birthdays at the same time, Yikes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-2633896458705114510?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/2633896458705114510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=2633896458705114510&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/2633896458705114510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/2633896458705114510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2008/07/sharing-family-tradition.html' title='Sharing the Family Tradition'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14363146257692394486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-103017938605207481</id><published>2007-11-03T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T21:19:12.557-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Creating Traditions</title><content type='html'>BY: Generalist&lt;br /&gt;I know that most families who incorporate the red plate into family celebrations have a passion to create and maintain family traditions that strengthen and affirm individual family members. This adoption focussed blogger talks about the &lt;a href="http://birthparents.adoptionblogs.com/index.php/weblogs/creating-traditions-special-day-plate#comments"&gt;Special Red Plate&lt;/a&gt; and other "special plate" options. Make sure you go all the way to the bottom of her post where she links to other great ideas for creating traditions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-103017938605207481?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/103017938605207481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=103017938605207481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/103017938605207481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/103017938605207481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/11/creating-traditions.html' title='Creating Traditions'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14363146257692394486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-3519827484841834295</id><published>2007-09-29T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T19:35:46.874-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Big Occasions and Small</title><content type='html'>FROM: LC, Yucca Valley, CA&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with a Red Plate.  My mother would use it for big occasions as well as small - a birthday, a good grade on a test, a promotion for my dad.  We never knew ahead of time, it was something that she did to show us that she knew that it was an important day and that she loved us.  I look forward to the day when I am able to give my children that same gift of love and acknowledgement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-3519827484841834295?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3519827484841834295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=3519827484841834295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3519827484841834295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3519827484841834295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/09/big-occasions-and-small.html' title='Big Occasions and Small'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14363146257692394486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-3118604467646319525</id><published>2007-09-28T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T19:51:36.112-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Making Meals and Memories</title><content type='html'>FROM: Generalist&lt;br /&gt;I am always delighted when I see a blogger who comments on the role the "You Are Special Today" Red Plate plays in their family life. This fan of the red plate has some good suggestions for &lt;a href="http://mealsandmemories.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-are-special-plate.html"&gt; time to use the red plate&lt;/a&gt; along with other great ideas to make family meal time memorable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-3118604467646319525?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3118604467646319525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=3118604467646319525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3118604467646319525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3118604467646319525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/09/making-meals-and-memories.html' title='Making Meals and Memories'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14363146257692394486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-3590477172873994701</id><published>2007-09-21T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T21:45:21.207-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Pass the Tradition on</title><content type='html'>FROM: EJM, Kansas City Mo&lt;br /&gt;I was given the plate in 1982 from a close friend.  My family has used the plate for milestone birthdays, First Communions, job promotions, knighting ceremonies, and most recently the introduction of my new daughter-in-law into the family. On my son's  30th birthday, his new wife was so impressed with the traditions behind the plate, that I purchased one for them for Christmas.  She was very touched to be able to start the tradition for herself and my son.  I am now planning to purchase one as a wedding present and pass the tradition on again. Thank you so much for the opportunity to do so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-3590477172873994701?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3590477172873994701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=3590477172873994701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3590477172873994701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3590477172873994701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/09/pass-tradition-on.html' title='Pass the Tradition on'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14363146257692394486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-4108191120053522250</id><published>2007-09-11T07:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T19:36:19.145-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turning Point'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>September 11, 2001-2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgLl3IfOS6s/RuaSOeLJ7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dA8Hnaf3J6k/s1600-h/Lucas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgLl3IfOS6s/RuaSOeLJ7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dA8Hnaf3J6k/s320/Lucas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108931604614082082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY: CRW, Rockford, IL&lt;br /&gt;On this the anniversary of the terrorist attacks on the USA I want to share a photo of Lucas, born September 11, 2001. Lucas turns six today and here he is enjoying a breakfast of homemade pancakes on our family's "You Are Special Today" Red plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as our country remembers those lost, we remember our blessing and extend our condolences to all who lost a loved one on the day we gained one. His name Lucas Samuel, chosen in response to the events the day of his birth means "bringer of light" "God has heard"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-4108191120053522250?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4108191120053522250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=4108191120053522250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/4108191120053522250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/4108191120053522250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/09/september-11-2001-2007.html' title='September 11, 2001-2007'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14363146257692394486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cgLl3IfOS6s/RuaSOeLJ7iI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dA8Hnaf3J6k/s72-c/Lucas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-4116012390031997336</id><published>2007-09-07T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T19:36:41.364-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turning Point'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Six Very Special Babies</title><content type='html'>FROM: MR&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago I contacted you about a possible discount and/or donation of Red Plates for a dear friend who was expecting sextuplets (see &lt;a href="http://www.maschemiracles.com"&gt;www.maschemiracles.com&lt;/a&gt;).  I was so appreciative of your willingness and enthusiasm when you called and said you would be happy to donate all 6 plates!  I am so thankful to report that the babies were born June 11 and all 6 are healthy and beginning to go home!  -  As just a small thank you, I decided to give Red Plates for two weddings we have coming up and have just placed that order with you.  Thank You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FROM: GENERALIST&lt;br /&gt;It was a pleasure. I imagine they will be plenty of events in the coming years when those plate will be used for family celebrations. Congratulations Jenny &amp; Bryan and many happy years to Bailey, Blake, Cole, Grant, Molli &amp; Savannah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-4116012390031997336?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4116012390031997336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=4116012390031997336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/4116012390031997336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/4116012390031997336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/09/six-very-special-babies.html' title='Six Very Special Babies'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14363146257692394486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-3238001280469461363</id><published>2007-08-23T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T20:53:23.586-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Shower'/><title type='text'>Hope Amid Sorrow</title><content type='html'>FROM: RAG,Brunswick, OH&lt;br /&gt;I was at a baby shower today and learned of the red plate I am so glad that I was there today because on April 21st I lost my brother, So I now have something to look forward to giving to my kids and to others who are close to me and they can pass this along to others. Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMENT: From Generalist&lt;br /&gt;Our condolences on your loss. Your ability to see the value of encouraging and appreciating others even in your sorrow is a gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-3238001280469461363?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/3238001280469461363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=3238001280469461363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3238001280469461363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3238001280469461363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/08/hope-amid-sorrow.html' title='Hope Amid Sorrow'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14363146257692394486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-7150707988969980235</id><published>2007-08-09T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T17:45:42.790-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Red Plate Treatment</title><content type='html'>FROM: JM, Santa Maria, CA&lt;br /&gt;Early in our marriage I learned of the red plate tradition from a friend and quickly incorporated it into our family's celebration of special occasions.  After all our children left home we took in a single man from our church as a border.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming form a disfunctional familiy, Mike enjoyed the times of celebration when our family gathered for special occasions.  When his birthday came around I asked what flavor of cake he wanted me to make him.  He responded that he didn't care about the cake.  He said all he wanted was to make sure he would get the red plate treatment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-7150707988969980235?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/7150707988969980235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=7150707988969980235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/7150707988969980235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/7150707988969980235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/08/red-plate-treatment.html' title='Red Plate Treatment'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14363146257692394486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-8571106597234317929</id><published>2007-07-21T17:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T17:28:02.362-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turning Point'/><title type='text'>Special Child Sparks Special Plate</title><content type='html'>FROM: DTE, Woodbridge, VA &lt;br /&gt;I am so excited!!! I just got my very own red plate.  Over twenty years ago when I was in college, I went home with a girlfriend.  While visiting with her family I was honored to eat off of the " You Are Special Today" plate.  I thought that was nicest gesture.  Well, my husband and I just announced that we are adopting a child from Africa after 18 years of marriage.  After receiving her announcement that same girlfriend sent me a Red Plate so that I continue that tradition with my family as I begin motherhood.  I will cherish this gift forever!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-8571106597234317929?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8571106597234317929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=8571106597234317929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/8571106597234317929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/8571106597234317929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/07/special-child-sparks-special-plate.html' title='Special Child Sparks Special Plate'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14363146257692394486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-6753395800172726591</id><published>2007-07-14T14:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T14:03:59.290-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FROM: KBY, Long Beach, CA&lt;br /&gt;I grew up with the Red Plate. We always had it out for birthdays and other special events. When I got married 6 years ago, I was thrilled to find it as one of our wedding presents. My husband and I love to surprise each other with it on the table for birthdays, Valentine's Day and in the past 3 years for Mother's Day and Father's Day. We can't wait to start using it for our children. My brother is getting married in a couple of months and I can't wait to give him a Red Plate as a wedding gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-6753395800172726591?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6753395800172726591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=6753395800172726591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/6753395800172726591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/6753395800172726591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/07/from-kby-long-beach-ca-i-grew-up-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14363146257692394486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-4555977487766769025</id><published>2007-07-12T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T08:44:05.389-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bridal Shower Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Gift'/><title type='text'>I Fell In Love With It</title><content type='html'>FROM: CN, Tallmadge,OH&lt;br /&gt;My story is how I learned about your wonderful Red Plate. I was at a wedding shower and the lady next to me had given it as a gift and I fell in love with it! I haven't been able to buy myself one but I bought one for my daughter that got married in June. I have decided that it is going to be my gift to all my children as they get married (which I have to order 2 more this year) and for friends and family that are getting married. I just love it. What a wonderful tradition to pass on. God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-4555977487766769025?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/4555977487766769025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=4555977487766769025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/4555977487766769025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/4555977487766769025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-fell-in-love-with-it.html' title='I Fell In Love With It'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14363146257692394486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-7316055484336110917</id><published>2007-07-09T07:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T08:58:48.514-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Event'/><title type='text'>Future Mother-In-Law Surprises Groom-To-Be</title><content type='html'>FROM: MB, Littleton, CO &lt;br /&gt;Our daughter's boyfriend, Jared, invited my husband and me to dinner at an Italian restaurant. We had a pretty good idea that he was going to ask for our blessing before he proposed to Liz. So I brought my Red Plate in a large handbag and, while supposedly going to find the restroom, gave the plate to the wait staff to serve his dinner on. Fortunately, we guessed correctly! The wedding is set for July 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-7316055484336110917?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/7316055484336110917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/7316055484336110917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/07/future-mother-in-law-surprises-groom-to.html' title='Future Mother-In-Law Surprises Groom-To-Be'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14363146257692394486'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-8498032761159401998</id><published>2007-06-27T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T07:50:24.548-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Back at the Table After Cancer</title><content type='html'>FROM: CW, Rockford, IL&lt;br /&gt;I was with my mother when she was diagnosed with cancer. She had been a great support to my wife and I with our young children and now we needed to be there for her. Thankfully, her surgery and chemotherapy removed all signs of the cancer. It was a very special event, when following all of her treatments she came to our house for dinner. At her place we set the red plate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-8498032761159401998?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8498032761159401998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=8498032761159401998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/8498032761159401998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/8498032761159401998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-at-table-after-cancer.html' title='Back at the Table After Cancer'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14363146257692394486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-8581197391610951455</id><published>2007-06-12T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T07:48:27.581-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Red Plate Birthday</title><content type='html'>BY: Generalist&lt;br /&gt;Bithdays are special days and this blog writer make sure that those with birthdays in their family know &lt;a href="http://cameronjettcook.blogspot.com/2006/12/you-are-special-today."&gt;"You Are Special Today."&lt;/a&gt; In fact it looks like every child at the party was made to feel special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-8581197391610951455?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/8581197391610951455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=8581197391610951455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/8581197391610951455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/8581197391610951455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/06/red-plate-birthday.html' title='Red Plate Birthday'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14363146257692394486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-6491570204815572982</id><published>2007-05-14T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T08:11:37.169-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Good Job Camden!</title><content type='html'>FROM: Generalist&lt;br /&gt;With The school year nearing an end, there are numerous opportunities to celebrate the efforts of children. This mother blogs about her son's hard work on the end of the year project and her use of the You are Special Red Plate to tell him &lt;a href="http://callapidderdays.blogspot.com/2007/04/telling-him-good-job.html"&gt; "good job!""&lt;/a&gt; Keep your eyes open and you will see opportunities to affirm your children and grandchildren. Thanks Katrina for this great story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-6491570204815572982?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/6491570204815572982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/6491570204815572982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-job-camden.html' title='Good Job Camden!'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14363146257692394486'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-8781386077809219115</id><published>2007-05-08T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T10:43:40.178-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Event'/><title type='text'>Adoption - Welcome to the Family!</title><content type='html'>FROM: CL, Montrose, CO &lt;br /&gt;We have adopted two children, and our third is on his way.  We have used our red plates to commemorate first their adoptions, then other special days, and my sons love it!  My 7 year old insisted that I order another plate for his new 8 year old brother who is coming home from Kyrgyzstan in two weeks, he didn't want him to feel left out!  I have a plate for each of our children that will hopefully one day be used by their children as well when they have their own families.  As we await the arrival of our newest addition, our niece is pregnant and I wanted to start the tradition in her new family, so we are actually ordering 2 plates to welcome the newest arrivals, regardless of how they become a part of our family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-8781386077809219115?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/8781386077809219115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/8781386077809219115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/05/from-cl-montrose-co-we-have-adopted-two.html' title='Adoption - Welcome to the Family!'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14363146257692394486'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-6514912339600130792</id><published>2007-04-14T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T16:23:55.205-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jennifer</title><content type='html'>FROM: Generalist&lt;br /&gt;Here is a &lt;a href="http://mississippigirl13.blogspot.com/2007/04/another-year.html"&gt; "wonderful post"&lt;/a&gt; about how the You Are Special Today red plate had a featured role in birthday celebrations during this blogger's childhood. Celebrating differently this year while watching her two little ones during her spouses deployment I wanted to extend a "Happy birthday" (1 day late) to Jennifer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-6514912339600130792?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/6514912339600130792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=6514912339600130792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/6514912339600130792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/6514912339600130792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-birthday-jennifer.html' title='Happy Birthday Jennifer'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14363146257692394486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-573917349540082107</id><published>2007-04-12T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T19:18:01.345-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pick-me-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Turning Point'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FROM: TB, St. Cloud, FL&lt;br /&gt;One of the traditions that holds a treasure chest of memories in our family is "The Red Plate".  For years, it has been used at our table when one of us had a milestone moment.  Birthdays, first day of school, first date, anniversaries, weddings, competitions, tournaments, "just because" times:...the list of reasons to celebrate each other is endless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, when we attended my son's White Coat Ceremony at the University of South Florida College of Medicine, I once again brought out "The Red Plate."  Feeling this was truly a landmark day in his life, we planned to celebrate at his favorite restaurant that evening.  I privately arranged with the server to bring Adrian's choice of entre on our family's red plate.  His reaction was one that I will long hold close in that secret place where mothers keep their most precious possessions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes lit up and he paused as if wondering why this server was putting his dinner in front of him on a "red plate."  Then he beamed me a million watt smile and said to the server, "This is a long-standing tradition in our family. I can't believe my mom brought this plate all the way to Tampa for me!" The look we exchanged at that moment was priceless.  He then remarked, "Mom, you know you've got to leave this plate to me when you're gone; it is a part of me."  During the meal that followed, we talked about this piece of china that had been central to so many important days in our lives.  Adrian asked me when and where I had gotten the plate. I couldn't remember many of the specifics - only a beautiful blur of warm pictures pressed between the pages of my mind. My heart only knew it was thankful for the myriad of memories centered around that round red dish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-573917349540082107?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/573917349540082107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/573917349540082107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/04/from-tb-st.html' title=''/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14363146257692394486'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-743648232928536290</id><published>2007-03-27T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:35:27.692-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>13th Birthday with 8 Friends</title><content type='html'>FROM: SEM, Gladstone MO&lt;br /&gt;My mom has had the plate in our family for over 25 years. Whenever there has been a important event in our families life we get to use the "RED PLATE".  I have gotten to use it for many Milestone Birthdays but I remember waking up after a slumber party for my 13th birthday, and all 8 of my friends coming down for breakfast and there sitting on the table was the RED PLATE.  It allowed me to feel special and to share the story of the plate.  Now everytime we get it out, we can read all the memories on the back and smile fondly. I plan to purchase a red plate for my best friends wedding and start the tradition again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-743648232928536290?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/743648232928536290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/743648232928536290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/03/13th-birthday-with-8-friends.html' title='13th Birthday with 8 Friends'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14363146257692394486'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-1608173754635392485</id><published>2007-03-24T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T17:19:46.079-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wedding Gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Our Plate is Filling with Special Occasions</title><content type='html'>FROM: JS, Coopersburg PA&lt;br /&gt;I came across the red plate in a gift shop while vacationing with my Aunt and Sister.  It seemed like the perfect thing to start out my relationship with my boyfriend (now my husband).  We had just started dating and just got our first apartment together.  It is now five years later, and our plate is filling with special occasions such as our marriage, getting a new job, the birth of our son.  I can't wait to fill the plate with more special occasions.  The plate is displayed in our kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, my best friend got married and I knew that the red plate would be a special gift for her, too.  So, I gave her one and wrote her a note of how much we loved our plate and can't wait until she can see how many good things will happen in her life and that her plate will fill with all those good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-1608173754635392485?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/feeds/1608173754635392485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8479741784551675336&amp;postID=1608173754635392485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/1608173754635392485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/1608173754635392485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/03/our-plate-is-filling-with-special.html' title='Our Plate is Filling with Special Occasions'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14363146257692394486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8479741784551675336.post-3325715581123851183</id><published>2007-03-20T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T20:49:50.543-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Shower'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Life'/><title type='text'>The Best Baby Shower Gift Ever!</title><content type='html'>FROM: NK, Rockledge, FL&lt;br /&gt;I received my first RED Plate at my 1st baby shower. I'd never heard of it, and the person that gave it to me told me how it was used at special times in her house of 3 children. The way she talked about it really touched me and made me want to start my own tradition. I didn't use it 'till 5 years later, for my daughter's 5 yr birthday-that qualified as a special day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have 2 children and I've used it for good report cards, birthdays, work promotions, etc..., not just for the kids, but for adults too. Every time it comes out, it brings a smile to whoever gets to use it that day. I've bought a couple more to give to them when they are older. To this day, I can say, that was the best baby shower gift ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8479741784551675336-3325715581123851183?l=redplatestories.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3325715581123851183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8479741784551675336/posts/default/3325715581123851183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redplatestories.blogspot.com/2007/03/best-baby-shower-gift-ever.html' title='The Best Baby Shower Gift Ever!'/><author><name>Christopher</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16789433607818545482</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='14363146257692394486'/></author></entry></feed>