The Pierce Family: Feliz Cumpleaños!!

Monday, February 16, 2009

Feliz Cumpleaños!!

Happy Birthday, Kiley! I'm opposed to expressing sentimental feelings on blogs but I wanted to embarrass you by sharing reason #101 (to continue the list from a couple Christmases ago) that I love you:

I love that when I surprise you with Ben and Jerry's half-baked icecream and make you promise not to eat it yet, you slyly sneak a bite here and there, then tape the lid back on and hide it in the freezer, making me think you kept your promise!

Can't wait to see you this afternoon...xoxo
~eric

8 comments:

Pierce Family said...: Gee thanks for sharing that honey!; February 16, 2009 at 1:14 PM
The Sullengers said...: Happy Birthday Kiley! I was going to tell you yesterday at church, but couldn't find you after sacrament! Hope your day is great!; February 16, 2009 at 3:11 PM
Jenn said...: Happy Birthday Kiley!!! Hope you have a super wonderful day!! We love you!!
Jenn, Jason, Karson, Kate and Claire!!; February 16, 2009 at 3:50 PM
Jenn said...: This comment has been removed by the author.; February 16, 2009 at 3:50 PM
Haylee said...: Happy birthday! Mine was yesterday! Hope you have a good one!; February 16, 2009 at 3:59 PM
The Jones Crew said...: Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday Dear Kiley Happy Birthday to you! I hope you are having a great day I love you. Love your little sister Kristi Jones; February 16, 2009 at 6:32 PM
Korbi said...: Happy Birthday!; February 17, 2009 at 12:27 AM
Delia D'Nell said...: Happy Birthday friend!; February 17, 2009 at 9:54 PM

Sister Marjorie Hinckley

“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 grass stains on my shoes from mowing Sister Schenk’s lawn. 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 I was really here and that I really lived.”