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

Wednesday, March 3, 2010


Many of you know that when it comes to hair... I have never been overly protective! My children got their first haircut the minute it looked even remotely strange - ie. bald spots! So when Emmaline once again had hair knots that took 10 minutes of screaming to brush out... I got out the scissors again! Hair does grow, and rather quickly around here, so haircuts are a plenty in this house!
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