I was here

It's been a tough few weeks, there are mountains ahead that feel too large for me to overcome and I'm still in the foothills of so many experiences losing sight of where I should be. Today feeling down I decided to put some music on and make some dinner, at least then I would be slightly more productive.

While dancing in my kitchen with Bridget I heard this song by Beyonce

 
It triggered a memory of a quote by Marjorie Pay Hinckley in her book Small and Simple Things which I read about 5 years ago

"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

 Just what I needed today - something small and simple, to remember that I am really here - and that I want The Lord to know that I likewise - really lived.