My day started early, so as I drove to the Salt Lake temple the sun was climbing over the mountains and it's light was just spilling into the valley. The freeway traffic was very light so my drive was relaxing and as I listened to my "Sunday Music" playlist I was deep-down happy.
Once in a while, more frequently lately, I am amazed at the love our Heavenly Father has for us. Just as Alma taught, 'I have all things as a testimony...'(Alma 30:41) of the love of God for his children. His blessings and tender mercies are all around us, and they were so obvious to me as a drove, I felt the joy that comes only from heavenly sources.
Our time in the temple was short but full of love and happiness. When I saw my dad come in tears came unexpectedly. He was in a wheelchair, looking less like the hero of my childhood, but still the man who taught everything worth knowing. He and mom continue to inspire me to stand taller, reach higher, and love more deeply, unconditionally, and constantly. For the second time ever I was in the holy temple with my parents and all of my brothers and sisters.
I watched Jim's face as he looked at his sweetheart and became her husband for this life and all eternity; I am so very proud of him.
|My dad with my nephews Greg, Kyle, Kendall and Nick|
|the cupcakes were delicious, and everyone got at least one lei|
The older I get the more I am convinced that family is everything. This past weekend was full of family and I loved every minute of it!