Mother's Day!

I had the most awesome mother's day! My son Brian spoke in church and invited me to his ward--it was so good. Just perfect, and yes I'm prejudiced, but it was good! Then after church he grilled yummy steaks for us! Gwen repeated her first talk (afterward accompanied by hugs and kisses) after dinner. Notice the stick with paper leaves and a gummy bear--that was from Luke at church. It used to have a flower cookie on it, but before church was over it magically disappeared!

I talked with all of my wonderful children! Kristi sent gorgeous flowers and a funny card. Julie sent a wonderful card that made me cry happy tears. Aubrie made me a little picture book of herself of course. Becky gave me flowers for my porch and a love note! Ron also gave me a card that made me cry happy! And, Judith even drove all the way from South Weber (even while enduring a kidney stone) for a short visit with a darling pillow and "special grandparents" tile! It was a perfect day because I felt very loved by all my children and their wonderful spouses!

I just read an interesting article: "A Mom's Voice Is Powerful Medicine" Next time you feel anxious and tense, like a knot of nerves, instead of scheduling a massage or some time in the sun, you might want to call your mom. A mother's voice has the power to settle jangled nerves and maybe even reach through the fog of a coma to bring a brain-injured patient back to consciousness, according to a pair of new experiments.

I love you all! Please call often so I can love, love, love you!!!!!!

When I Drive Up To The Pearly Gates

"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 scout 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 ~

I don't doubt that she did just that! That's exactly what I want to do.

Missing Funny Bone

I think when the Lord created me he forgot to install a funny bone. I wish I could have more humor. I know many delightful people that have the ability to laugh at themselves and see humor everywhere in almost any situation. At least I smile a lot! I am basically a happy person and I know how to laugh, I just don't know how to be funny. Do you think humor is something that we can acquire? And if so how?