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~

Sunday, December 12, 2010

O Christmas Tree


I promise I haven't forgotten about my 25 days of Christmas. This past week has been crazy, and so this weekend we have been playing catch up. I will start posting on those again tomorrow.
This is our Christmas tree. It's not much, but I love it so much! Each ornament tells a story of our lives and our family. I never really wanted a big elaborate tree, just a little homemade tree with ornaments made by my children. And now that is what I have!




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