"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

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Sneaky Boy

The other day I took the kids to my in-laws shop for a visit and Trevor had a tub of cookies. all of a sudden he disappeared and I saw him hiding eating all the cookies. the look on his face was uh oh i got caught.

1 comment:

Jackson 3 said... funny! what a smart boy. took the cookies & ran!