"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, March 6, 2014

Beds

No pictures today, just my crazy commentary.

 I walked into my room yesterday to make the bed and I could have sworn I heard it mocking me.  "Christine, you have to make me, and you didn't even get to sleep in me last night!"

It's right you know, the bed, I slept in it for 3 hours and then I was on the couch with Ephraim.  That is how most nights go.  I am writing this not for sympathy, but as proof to my future self that newborns are not just cute and cuddly.  Maybe it will help fend off any future baby hunger; at least until I catch up on some sleep.........
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