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, July 1, 2011

The Pirate Ship

My boys have been really into Pirates lately, so when Bruce fixed our back gate, they decided that with the leftover lumber they were going to build a Pirate ship. And since they have the coolest dad, he took one evening and helped them build one! I honestly don't know who had more fun, Dad or the kids!

(Do you love Cambree with her can of banana chips just hanging out?)

Complete with our own flag. In case you couldn't tell, it's a G for Guymon!

Sadly this week we had a massive windstorm and the sail and the flag blew over. Hopefully dad will be able to help them fix it!
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