"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

Friday, March 12, 2010

Visiting papa Sox

Trevor and Hollie saying hello

then they each held grandpa's hand.

Trevor found the rubber gloves and was operating on grandpas arm.
Hollie being silly

Hug's for everyone!

My cute brother Jeffy and grandpa and I.
Grandpa Sox recently had a stent put in the artery in his heart. There was a 2% chance he could become paralyzed. He ended up being that 2%. He probably won't walk again.
We love you Papa Sox

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