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

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Surgery

Grandma & Grandpa Mackley came to Logan a couple of days early so they could be here to stay with the kids while Anthony and I took Alyssa in to get her tubes. (At 6 in the morning) When we got there, they admitted us and a short while later Dr. Robinson, the anaesthesiologist, came in and told us what he was going to do. Then Dr. Blotter, the ENT, came in and explained what he would do and how long he thought it would take. Then they took her, and 13 min. later Dr. Blotter came in and said that he was done and that she did really well, and 5-10 minutes after that, they brought her back to us! It was so quit. And I'm so grateful for that. They did a great job. I am so glad that it's over.


Alyssa asleep in Grandpa's lap. (few hours after surgery)


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1 comments:

Elder Larkin said...

She makes me smile. She's totally zonkered! :) She looks peaceful though all snuggled in grandpa's arms.

September 8, 2009 at 9:11 AM  

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