About Me

"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 kids to scout camp. I want to be there with 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, October 6, 2009

Haydn's Excuse!

Dad - Haydn take that rock out of your mouth, if you swallow it you could die
and I don't want you to die

Haydn- yeah, but you go to heaven when you die?!

Dad - Yes, but I don't want you to go to heaven yet!!

Ah, the mind of a 4 year old!

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