Spring in the Park with Dad

Today was stake Temple Day. I've never been to one before. I don't know why. I guess I just had other stuff going on and thought, "I'll go some other time this week/month." Well since Dad's a temple worker right now, they scheduled him to go in and help.



So before his shift, you and I packed our gear and headed into the city and met him there. We looked like we were moving in. I had you on my front, a backpack with my gear on back, a bag with your gear slung over that. We were a wide load (front to back and side to side).



We traded loads with Dad in the lobby of the church, and I went into the temple while you and Dad headed off to Central Park. It was a beautiful day.



You played in the grass and cuddled with Dad while you ate. You played with sticks and ate leaves. Dad was in heaven. Then you wore yourself out and fell asleep on Dad as you waited for me to come out of the temple.



I was so happy to see you! And so grateful that I had been able to participate in Stake Temple Day. I felt the spirit so strongly as I completed the session and entered into the Celestial Room. In fact, my eyes filled with tears and I was so grateful to be where I was. I was so happy to see people I knew and loved from the stake. It really made being in the temple so much more powerful to remember that brotherhood.



The words here can't explain it, but let me tell you this Van. The Temple is the house of God. It is such a special place. I hope you will grow to love it and that you will remember to go there when you need answers to your prayers. You'll get them. Just like I did yesterday.