The Most Important Things Are Not Things

Marjorie Pay Hinckley

"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 grass stains on my shoes from mowing Sister Schenk'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 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."

Cheers

Mueller Park, Bountiful, Utah

"Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it."

-Ferris Bueller-

I really wanted to travel some place fun this Memorial Day Holiday weekend. I have three days off in a row and so many people seem to be going some place exciting or on some fun adventure. Today I slept in, then potted some plants and herbs I bought last week. I went hiking up Mueller Park this afternoon with a friend. About a 20 minute drive from my house. The mountains are still lush and green with wildflowers in full bloom and rivers teaming with spring runoff. It was a gorgeous sight, full of twittering birds and rustling creatures in the foliage. The air was warm and humid, with fresh aromas of blossoms and pine lighting across the breeze. Nature has woken up from the long, dreary slumber of winter and is bursting into life. Sometimes I forget that amazing things exist in my own back yard. I need to stop more and drink in the life that is around me.