"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
3 comments:
oh my goodness... I cant wait to see J go to pre-school. I guess we have to start with nursery first.
that is so sweet that Trevor missed her. Maybe things will look up now and she'll love being an independent girl.
Yeah for you and Hollie I have been so worried for you both! I was sad that Abbey couldn't be there too. Isn't it funny how the kids just adore each other when the other is not around!!!
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