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"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

Monday, February 16, 2009

Busted!


The other day we had a little play date with Ramey and Ariaya Bonilla. The kids were being really quiet and this is what we found. They had grabbed to cake that was just mad off of the stove (turned off of course) and were all eating it with their hands. Good thing the cake was made for the playdate.

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