"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


"None of us come to this earth to gain our worth; we brought it with us."

--Sheri L. Dew

Thursday, February 28, 2013

Mustard

My son Thaddeus loves mustard.  We aren't talking just on his sandwiches.  He aske for the honey mustard dressing to dip his carrots in, asks for mustard when we have salad and will eat the bologna first and then finish the bread that just has mustard on it.  I am not sure where he came from!

 
Today he learned how to "read".  We have a book called, "One Rainy Day".  The words follow the pictures exactly and just describe what the baby duck is seeing, pink worms, black bugs, etc. and he can "read" it all by himself.  He was so pleased with himself I had to listen to him read it 5 times!
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