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, July 31, 2009

6 1/2 Months


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1 comments:

Elder Larkin said...

I can't believe she's already 6 1/2 months old! She is so very sweet! I loved being able to hold her while in Pinevalley too. It's sad but I don't think she knows who I am. I miss having you guys close.

August 9, 2009 at 5:48 PM  

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