"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
The other day we were visiting my mom and the kids were driving me crazy. We needed to get out. So my mom and i took them to the park to play. they had a fun time and then we got some company. These three ducks came to play. The white one was kinda mean. He was growling at us. They weren't scared oh Hollie and Trevor and would almost let them touch em. Next time we will bring bread for them.
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