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, May 24, 2012

Our Secret Garden

We planted a small garden in some planters that we had sitting around. The girls have had fun watering them and watching them get taller and bigger. The tomatoes are just now starting to turn orange. Alyssa calls them ta-ma-toes. She watches a cartoon called Peppa Pig and the family of pigs have English accents. It's really cute the way she says it. She has also said, "straight away" a few times. It's hilarious.
School just got out for the summer and we are all ready to relax a bit and barbecue with friends and family.
I have been having fun re decorating the house a bit and even made a new wreath for the door. Our old one was pretty faded and missing a few leaves and flowers.

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