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

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

This little old man...

shares his cookies with a special little girl.
this little old man
is in her prayers.
this little old man
makes her laugh when she sees him smile with no teeth.
this little old man
plays patty cake with her to watch her giggle.
this little old man
can't hear her,
but lets her sing him songs because he knows it makes her happy.
this little old man
is her Gran Dad.
this little old man
is 94.

Gran Dad,

our little girls love you so much. We wish we were there to sing you happy birthday, but we'll see you tomorrow.

Love~ Anthony, Chelsey, Ashlynn, Hailey and Alyssa

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1 comments:

Elder Larkin said...

that is so sweet! your post made me cry. what a good grandpa he must be.

December 16, 2009 at 6:25 PM  

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