"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


My brother went to Argentina on his mission since playing soccer all my life and being a huge fan the one thing I wanted him to bring home was soccer jerseys. For a while it's all hollie wanted to wear now it's moved on to Trevor. For a couple of days he wanted his soccer shorts. He even found my cleats and would wear those too. I HOPE to have little soccer players soon.

1 comment:

Emily said...

What a cute future soccor player! Hey, we put our family blog to private and I wanted to invite you but I don't have your email is mine and email me so I can invite you... Thx!