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

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Carving Pumpkins

Every Halloween we buy pumpkins from a guy in Logan.
He has HUGE pumpkins.
This year we waited a little to long to go pick one out
and was left with few to pick from.
Last year our pumpkin weighed 98 lbs,
this year it was only 60.

Wwwaaaa!

The girls love carving pumpkins.
This year Alyssa got to help.
She stood under the table and grabbed all of the pieces of pumpkin that fell into the center of mine,

while I tried not to stab her hands.
My witch.

Anthony carving his wolf.

The finished product.

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2 comments:

Elder Larkin said...

Cool punkins!

November 2, 2009 at 10:44 AM  
Always, Forever, NO MATTER WHAT said...

Fantastic! I wish I could have seen them from across the street. =)

November 2, 2009 at 4:10 PM  

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