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~
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
1st Day of School
5th Grade fashionista. We had to do a full body shot to get the shoes in. Her teacher is Miss Angus, who is a brand new teacher from Michigan. 4th grade and too cool for school. He wouldn't even let me walk him to his class. His teacher is Mrs Romero. 1st grade and ready for lunch. The whole first week of school when his dad would ask what was the best part of the day, he would say "Lunch!" His teacher is Miss Eberhard. He's waited his whole life for preschool. I have taught preschool since before he was born so he is way excited for his turn. Miss Amy is his teacher; )
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!