"I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny sports car, wearing beautifully, tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails.
I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp.
I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children.
I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden.
I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the tears of a friend on my shoulder.
I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived."
— Marjorie Pay Hinckley
4 comments:
i know what you mean, but when its time to go, jord goes and hides at the top... guess who has to go get her???
Aren't the play places so much cooler now than they were when we were kids?
Remember the thing where you can sit in a circle and then every one turned the thing in the middle to make you spin? I threw up on that one everytime!
I love seeing your kids grow. Isn't it so stinkin' crazy how fast it goes. I seriously can't wait till they are in school-is that bad?...I'm glad to see Trevor's feeling better.
looks like fun times at mc d's!
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