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, October 1, 2012

Fall Leaves

 We had so much fun on our Sunday drive.  The leaves are so beautiful.  I think the best part of driving around is that your kids just open up and tell you everything.  They can ask you questions and you can express your feeeling so easily.   Some of our best times are driving in the car.











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