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~

Saturday, November 19, 2011

The Pumpkin Patch

The weekend I took off with my sisters, Bruce took the kids out to his sister's house in Herriman to see their cousins who just moved here from Cambodia. While they were there, they wen to the pumpkin patch to pick out their pumpkins for Halloween. I wasn't there, so I can't really describe the pictures, but they are cute and it looks like they had a lot of fun!









I'm so grateful that my kids have such a great dad who will take them while mom gets her batteries recharged.
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