"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
4 comments:
Wow, he has a lot of fishing poles! By the way, I love your template!
are you serious? You are a good wife. there is NO way that would happen in my house.
That is hilarious!!! I would laugh everytime I went to sleep...hahaha!
He sounds just like my hubby. That is so funny though!! (Yeah it us under my husbands name, he had to get me to do a blog!! Yeah!!)
Amber Barker Davis
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