"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

Friday, December 12, 2008

4 eyes!

Hollie loves to put on my glasses. I need to be carefull where I put them. One of these days she is going to get them and put them somewhere that I won't be able to find them. They are old and from 3 perscriptions ago, and I can't really see out of them but with out my contacts in literally blind. So I need them.

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