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{ At the Pearly Gates }
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 grass stains on my shoes from mowing Sister Smith’s lawn.
I want to be there with a smudge of peanut butter on my shirt from making sandwiches for a sick neighbor’s 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
Best. Day. Ever.
Thanks everyone–for making my birthday so wonderful. Being a year older always feels great when you’re surrounded by the people you love.
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Some Lovely Stuff…
going on around here…
~this little Magoo who thinks he’s eight months old, when he’s really just barely 6, and no amount of pleading will make him believe or behave otherwise.
~a little water sprite who can’t resist getting just a little splashy sometimes.
~having a beautiful view of “Y” mountain while I sit in the car waiting for a friend.
~fresh, beautiful, juicy, irresistible, marvelous new peaches…all for me.
~a pretty little butterfly that flew gracefully from Miss Chompy’s fingertips clear up to the branches of the crab apple tree. What? You can’t see him?! Trust me, he’s there.
~outdoor lights on a late summer evening.
~and this silly boy–in case you didn’t believe me the first time around. :}