"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

Wednesday, June 10, 2009


One of the things Minnesota is known for (other than unbelievably long and cold winters) is their bike trails. One of the more popular trails here in Rochester is the Douglas trail. It starts in Rochester and ends in a cute little town about 13 miles north called Pine Island. Round trip it's 26 miles, and the trial is one of the most beautiful places I've seen.

This is the Pine Island city park, and the trail literally ends right here. It's beautiful, and I can't wait to go again.

Monday, June 1, 2009


After spending over half of our marriage in the wonderful and diverse city of Milwaukee, Ryan and I are especially aware of the importance of raising our children to respect and appreciate all races and cultures. We've taught them that all human beings are created equal. In his special way, Tyler has taken it one step further....

Our pantry is no longer segregated.