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, December 10, 2009

Stuck.

Alyssa loves to climb on the treadmill.
The other day she was on it and started squealing.
When I looked back

this is what I found...

Her little bum was wedged between the treadmill and the wall.

Did I mention that she makes me smile?

4 comments:

kate said...

cute!

she has your mom's smile! :)

Elder Larkin said...

she looks so much like you did when you were a baby. so precious!

Lyndy Butler said...

ha, whata sweetie.

Always, Forever, NO MATTER WHAT said...

What a little stincker! She makes me smile too.