"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

Sunday, June 7, 2009

All I can think to say to that last posting is: "You deserve it."

I love that you will actually play x-box with me. That you will humor me in my hobbies and support me in the little things I enjoy doing. Even if they are a little strange. I love that you will do little things even if it is for the simple reason that they are important to me. I love that you appreciate me when I pamper you. I love how we try to encourage each other to become better people and work on our unpleasant habbits. I love that you strive to grow stronger spiritually with me and that we can support, strengthen each other. I love that we are tender to each other and care about each others feelings so much that we are careful with what we say and do.

I hope many many years down the road, we can read these postings and realize that we still respect, love, cherish, and enjoy each other the same, if not more.

Thank you for your kind words of encouragment. They keep me going and growing. Finding you was nothing less than a miricle. My Heavenly Father above, saw me hurting, and feeling low and decited to pick me up in the best way imaginable.

I love you Malinda Jean. More than you will ever know. :)
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