Brigham City Temple Openhouse

I want to preface this post by saying that NOTHING went right with my day on Thursday.  In my experience, all of the most worth while pursuits are prefaced with challenges.  It was always during the hardest times on my mission that we'd meet someone that was looking for the gospel... and Thursday was no exception.  Sammy peed in his carseat... and it leaked onto the seat in the van... I got both cleaned but not put back together before it was time to go.  Children (won't name names...) wouldn't nap.  Sam peed his bed overnight, then again during nap time and just as a note... he also peed his pants at Grandma's house the day after and on my stairs the day after that.  grrr... I finally got all the bedrooms figured out.  I moved Sam into where the office used to be and Evelyn into Ada's room... lots of time, lots of moving and carpet cleaning.  I had to go to the Chiropractor and the kids always make a mess there that we have to clean up before we leave... so instead of taking 20 minutes it takes closer to an hour.  Then the kids whinned that they wanted to go to McDonalds... we never go there... I don't like their food so I don't know where the kids got that idea.  Evelyn's blood results hadn't come back from the doctor so I went in to pick them up from the receptionist and to pick up a list of allergies.  But I wasn't Jer.  (This was my third time trying to get them from them without success.)  I was at the appointment with Jer and all the kids but Jer filled out the paperwork, not me... so I couldn't pick up the results unless Jer came in and signed release forms.  I was so mad that I was about to cry.  Plus, I remember the "fun" of trying to cook foods that Sammy could eat and that would be a good food ratio for my PCOS stuff and that the others would enjoy... now we were trying that with Evelyn. I am so going to take her to Dr. Joe.  Also, I was already late leaving for our temple trip... we were supposed to leave at 1 and it was 1:30.  The doctor came out and kind of got after the receptionist for not having called with the test results.  I rarely get mad at people for doing their jobs but I sure as heck wanted to for this one.  Finally got out of there... she's allergic to eggs by the way... what was so hard about saying that?  I drove up to pick up Jer and go to the temple openhouse... it's about 2 hours from our house with good traffic... and about 5 minutes into the trip Ada starts asking why it's taking so long. 

We did make it eventually... and we were all in one piece too.  And we LOVED it.  The minute we drove up the main streets the kids were jumping up and down and yelling that they could see it, they could see the temple.  We parked, met Grandma and Grandpa Robertson, and John and Diane's families.  Sammy kept telling me about the temple movie that they showed us and then how we got to go in the temple.  I told them about when I was young and got to go to the Mt. Timp Temple dedication.  My dad was in the bishopric so we had tickets for the sealing room where Elder Monson dedicated the temple.  I remember him say, "You children that are here today, I want you to touch the walls of the temple and I want the temple to touch you.  I want you to remember and come back."  (not exact quote... but what stuck with me).  So I told the kids to touch the temple and pay attention to how they felt inside.  Ada told me that she felt warm in her heart and Sammy said, "Good."  My favorite visual thing in this particular temple was the peach blossoms that they had painted around the chandeliers in the sealing rooms.  I felt all Dr. Suessish saying, "My favorite is the ceiling in the sealing room."  My favorite kid comment came from Sam.  He saw the baptismal font on the back of the 12 oxen... "Mommy, they're squashed!"

It was a hard day, but a good end.  I love the temple and the promises that we make with God there.  I love that I now have a chance to show my kids what a temple is and tell them what we do inside.  To understand temples visit here.