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

Monday, April 4, 2011

It's been a While

 Mack got hit in the head by a baseball bat.   His goose egg was pretty big.

 The next day

 A week later
 He looks like a klingon from the from all the swelling in his nose.

 Carli going for a walk with her dad.

 Week 2

 Warren flew on a private jet for his work.  He went to Burbank to check out some concrete, went to lunch at the Cheese Cake Factory, then home to Utah.
 Bridger went cross country skiing with Grandpa Carl.  He had so much fun.  
 Carli loves playing in her bumbo.

Warren got released from being in the bishopric.  It was bitter sweet.  He got made the scout master and will do a great job.
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2 comments:

Unknown said...

Mack's little nose. Haha those are some great pictures though! I love them. Little Carli is as cute as ever!

April 5, 2011 at 11:59 AM
Natalie said...

Poor Mack! I hope Warren gets to be home more now! :) Miss you guys!

April 5, 2011 at 6:06 PM

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