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.”
~ Marjory Pay Hinckley
Sister Hinckley was the cutest little lady wasn't she.
I loved her to pieces, her parenting ideas and her ways were so special.
Her kids were hers and nobody else had the right to keep them after school etc., she wanted them home with her. One time she marched to the school and told the teacher exactly that when one of her kids had been kept after school and she was missing them.
She believed that her children should have time to lie on their backs and look at the clouds in the summer too.
She would have been such a fun mom to have.
Love, Grammy T.
What fun memories do you have of being little and just having fun? Tell us below in the comments.
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