Mom's Letters: Fathers and Sons

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Fathers and Sons

This weekend was the fathers and sons campout with our ward. Since life has been so wonderfully hectic lately, my boys opted for a simpler option than driving all the way up to the real mountains and decided to stay close to home and sleep out on the trampoline! Ashley and I did our regular girls night out (haircuts, some shopping at the Disney Store, and dinner at Sweet Tomatoes) while the boys found a nearby hiking trail and did what little boys and dads do. I thought the pictures Ty brought home were darling!

Both boys came home with wild reports about the many prickles and thorns they found in the dessert. Luke had wounds in his leg to prove it - and Jake was wearing daddy's gym shorts home since he apparently sat on a cactus and had thorns all over in his bum! Ouch.

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Shauna Hillstead said...: These pictures of the boys camping trip give new definition to camping in "arizona". Wow, it's looks like they were having so much fun. What an adventure. They are all boys!! They are too cute!!; May 24, 2010 at 8:55 PM

Mom's Favorite Quotes

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

"The biggest mistake I made [as a parent] is the one that most of us make....I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of [my three children] sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of the swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less."

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Sunday, May 23, 2010

Fathers and Sons

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