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A glimpse into the craziness of our lives!
Tender Moments from my Little Ones
At dinner:
"Mom, thank you so much for making this delicious meal."--CJ
When I was teary:
"Don't worry. I'm here. Do you want me to sing you a song? Twinkle, twinkle..." --Emma Jane
In a prayer:
"And, Heavenly Father, we miss you, (pause) and we miss Nana too." -- Emma Jane
In looking at a photo of Carl when he was at school:
"I miss you."--CJ
Families Can Be Together Forever
My Favorite Quotes Right Now
"As a mother, my job is to take care of what is possible and trust God with the impossible." --Ruth Bell Graham
"I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates 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
When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us." -- Helen Keller
"I don't want to drive up to the pearly gates 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
When one door of happiness closes, another opens; but often we look so long at the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us." -- Helen Keller
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