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 grass stains on my shoes from mowing Sister Schenck's lawn. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbor's children. I want to be there with a little dirl under my fingernails from helping to weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and 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, February 27, 2009

Alyssa!

My sweet Baby girl is two months old today. Where has the time gone? It feels like yesterday a nurse laid her on my chest and I looked into her tiny pink face. Her little tiny toes and fingers are now chubby from Momma's milk and her cooing and smiles brighten up my day. I wonder how it is that a mother could fall so in love with such a little thing, but then all I have to do is look at her and I remember.

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2 comments:

Elder Larkin said...

Ohhh! She's so precious. I miss her already. She's beautiful.

February 28, 2009 at 12:08 AM  
Always, Forever, NO MATTER WHAT said...

What a pressious picture.

March 1, 2009 at 3:56 PM  

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