Party of Six: Twenty-five

Nathan and I the day after he was born.

This morning at breakfast, Davis asked, "Is President Monson older than God?"

How I Want to Live My Life

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 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 my 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

Party of Six

Monday, November 25, 2013

Twenty-five

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