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, March 29, 2010

So tired.

Alyssa fell asleep in her high chair a few weeks ago.
Poor little thing!
Doesn't she have a Mommy to put her in her crib when she's tired?


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1 comments:

Anonymous said...

My kids did that a few times when they were little too, and it makes you feel so bad.

March 31, 2010 at 10:48 AM  

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