Mothers day

"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

The more I live the more I come to understand what I really want in life and today that vision became a little clearer. I had a wonderful mothers day. Matt was so cute to me and made me fill so loved and cherished and for some reason during church Olivia wouldn’t stop kissing me. Her kisses made me so happy I actually got tears. I love being a mama and I also love being a wife and above all I love being a woman. There was a time that I wasn’t proud to be a woman. I grew up with five older brothers and I was so much smaller than them and wasn’t as good at sports and things of that sort, so naturally I got the idea that women were the weaker sex. I am now aware however of how wrong that idea was. Women are full of strength and power to make a tremendous difference in this world. That strength and power increases, I believe with love and service. I hope I can live more selflessly in the future and give more love and service to those around me. It is what makes me truly happy.