For Fall break, we were able to get tickets to the St George temple openhouse. I was so excited because it's such a big part of my and Jer's family histories. The airbnb we got had enough space for 11 and we asked Jim and Judy to go because Judy grew up down there and this was the temple that she went to as a youth... and it was the temple that she and Jim were married in. Jay and Emily had been in Zion all week, so they stayed an extra day to go to the temple and hang out for a little while. I don't have many pictures with Jay or Emily, but it was fun to visit for a while.
When I was a teenager, my Ellis grandparents were temple workers here. My grandpa was set apart as a sealer by President Hinckley. I remember coming to do baptisms for the dead several times with cousins. The sky was always bright blue against the bright white of the temple. One of the times that I was doing confirmations, my grandpa's hands were on my head one minute and the next he had stopped talking and his beautifully weird and wonderful hands were gone (he had long, strong and very curved fingers). His sugar had dropped and he'd fainted. Luckily my mom knew what to do and helped him.
Judy told us a very personal story that she had that took place on the temple grounds when she was there for a youth conference. I'm always grateful when our grandparents share their testimonies and experiences. I also didn't know that one of Jeremy's great-great-great (maybe one more great) grandpa's had been a stone mason for this temple when it was built.
It was fun. I ran into a friend of mine, Megan Burgin, while we were walking through the temple. I love being able to share special events with friends and family. After the temple open house, Emily told us to try this bakery just a couple of blocks away. It was delicious, but the lines were so long... between Fall Break, the temple open house, and a bike race finish line.... the bakery was busy.
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