I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates in a shiny new sports car, wearing beautifully tailored clothes, my hair expertly coiffed, and with long, perfectly manicured fingernails. I want to drive up in a staion wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to scout camp. I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbors children. I want to be there with a little dirt under my fingernails from helping weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and tears of a friend on my sholder. I want the Lord to know I was really here and that I really lived.
Marjorie Pay Hinkley

Friday, September 12, 2008

Jake the Snake

So a new girl moved into the neighborhood and we had her over to meet some of the boys that are always at are house.  After she left my cousin Jake decided to ask her to the homecoming dance.    I love these boys they are so much fun.  We had a blast helping them.
Jake
Ryan

Chris
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3 comments:

Natalie said...

Oh, the days of asking and being asked to high school dances. Good times!

September 13, 2008 at 12:58 PM
Tiffany said...

Matchmaker matchmaker.. ;) So I wasn't able to make comments on your site for a while. I'm glad it works now!

September 13, 2008 at 6:46 PM
Callie said...

Oh that was cute! I love Jake the snake!

September 13, 2008 at 10:29 PM

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