"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

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

A day at the Beach

Tough guys at the beach. Daddy and Trevor

Daddy and his mini me!
Uncle Chris wrote Hollie's name in the sand.

A couple of weeks ago we went and took family pictures in Oceanside at the beach with my side of the family. Afterwards. Lance wanted to go fish off the pier for a couple hours and I took the kids to the beach to play for a while. They LOOOOVVEE the beach. I wasn't planning on the playing in the water part and had no extra clothes. So the went home in their underwear and diaper. They had so much fun. I also thankfully brought Hollie's potty. We used it a couple of times.

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