"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 9, 2009

Happy Birthday mom!

Thank you mom for all you do for me and my family.
"The best thing about having you for a mom is my kids having you as their Gramma!"
Stop by her blog and leave a comment. I'm trying to get her addicted to it like I am.

1 comment:

da Bergs said...

O! Happy Birthday my dear friend, Cherie Hardy! LOVE YOU!!!