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
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Easter
We had a great Easter! The day before my sweet friend planned a egg hunt between the two yards for our boys. We also celebrated Easter with my family that night. It was raining pretty hard so the easter bunny helpers hid the eggs inside grandma sherri's house. We had so much fun!
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