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

Monday, October 12, 2009

Dear Blog....

Oh how I

miss

the days when I used to sit down and jot something down on you.

How I

miss

your posting and your comments.

It's been to long.

First we were out of town.

Then my kids took turns being sick.

I promise to be a better friend in the future.

4 comments:

Elder Larkin said...

I miss your posts too. :( I look for a new one every day, but lately I've been very disappointed. Did that make you feel guilty enough???

kate said...

Yes. Yes.. It's been far to long. Come back soon! ::

ChasandKylie said...

Yes come back, I hope your girls are doing better. :)

Always, Forever, NO MATTER WHAT said...

We all have missed you post's, and are glad to know that you will be keeping us posted. This is the only way that we get to see how you are all doing.