"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, March 16, 2009

Laying in bed.

Lance's fishing poles have place in our room. When I lay in bed this is what I see when I look up. He has them hung from the ceiling above our bed. It was either in our room or in the livingroom.


Emilee said...

Wow, he has a lot of fishing poles! By the way, I love your template!

Heidi said...

are you serious? You are a good wife. there is NO way that would happen in my house.

Emily said...

That is hilarious!!! I would laugh everytime I went to sleep...hahaha!

Jon Davis said...

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