What a great husband

I just have to brag. My husband is outside at 7:30 in the evening mowing the lawn. I offered to do it while he was home teaching earlier today, but he said, "No, no, honey. It is my job to take care of the yard. I just want you to have a relaxing evening. Go read a book or something." Wow! What did I do to deserve that kind of treatment? It's not even my birthday!

Here's the result of my second class of "Flowers 101":


It's very obvious which one was professionally made. The one on the left was the teacher's demonstration wreath, and I was the lucky winner that ended up with it. It's not really my colors or style. I thought mine (on the right) turned out very dramatic, although I probably should either cut the leaves a little shorter or hang the wreath at a different angle. Either way, I'm excited to put it up on our door.

I read a quote today from Sister Hinckley that I really liked, so I thought I'd share it with you.

"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 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 that I was really here and that I really lived."