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 the kids to scout camp. I want there to be 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 to weed someone's garden. I want to be there with children's sticky kisses on my cheeks and the 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~
Friday, December 11, 2009
For third grade program, they do a cultural program. They learn all about a specific culture and then they perform a program at the end. It is a really neat thing. They did Polyensia again this year. Kaden's teacher did an Awesome job painting all the boys face for the Haka, or war dance. At the end, they are suposed to pull a scary face to intimidate the enemies, so that is what this pose is. I didn't get any pics of the actual program because we sat on the wrong side of the gym and couldn't get a good angle.
This blog is dedicated to celebrating all those ordinary moments that make life so wonderful. I am a mom of 5 beautiful children with one amazing husband. We don't do anything grand, but we love life and each other, and I guess that's all we really need!