Happy Mother's 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 perfectly manicured fingernails.

I want to drive up in a station wagon that has mud on the wheels from taking kids to camp.

I want to be there with grass stains on my shoes from mowing my neighbor's lawn.

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 the 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

Confessions of a T-Ball Virgin

Our little Katie got the opportunity to join a t-ball team for the next two months and I was really excited for her because that girl's got some hand/eye coordination. The only problem was that we found out about it the day before the game and I, having never played ball, didn't know what to expect. Here is what I learned:

1. Must take a catcher's glove (sad, I know).
2. Girls with extremely long hair need pig tails.
3. A water bottle would also be helpful.
4. Coaches are scary.
5. Coaches with 3 kids on the team are really scary.
6. Never turn your back on whichever child has the ball or bat.
7. It is perfectly acceptable for 9 kids to all rush the ball.
8. By second base most children have forgotten why they are in the field to begin with.
9. This is going to be a lot of fun.