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

Thursday, April 30, 2009

More Scrapbook Pages







2 comments:

Elder Larkin said...

I love your pages! It's so fun to read what you wrote about each girl. I love 'em so much! They are adorable.

Always, Forever, NO MATTER WHAT said...

I can't wait for the eleventh. I think you need to get all your little butts here sooner. :) I know, not realistic, but I still wish you were here right now like you had orriganally going to be. I know I say it all the time, but give the girlies a hag and kiss for me :)