Peanut Butter Moms

* This is a re-post from 2009 but I woke up this morning thinking these thoughts:

To all the women who have:

• nurtured me
• bossed me around
• set me straight
• demonstrated kindness when they could have been critical
• loved my kids and worried about them with me
• let me borrow a cup of sugar
• let me vent and kept it private
• paid attention when I needed attention 
• and taught me how to garden...

Thank you. I love you so much. Happy Mother's Day.

My Mom.

"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