So I promised Kirsten that we would go driving this morning. So we took a ride down to the Provo temple to give her some good road experience. (she did well by the way)
The temple was beautiful. The flowers in full blossom with a riot of colors that drew the eye. The floral scent filled the air as we walked along the path to the east side of the temple. As we walked I shared with Kirsten my past experiences with this beautiful place.
When I was a Senior in High School my best friend and I used to walk this path almost every Sunday morning. It was Jacque's idea, one that I at first rolled my eyes about. But it became an anxiously awaited event. We would talk about our future husbands (as all teenage girls do) and future families. It was such a peaceful place which made all of our plans seem possible.
It was only a year or so later that I was married in this same temple. John and I were late to our own wedding. We misinterpreted the instructions and arrived the same time as the guests. Needless to say we were rushed through, but I can remember walking out of those same doors and feeling that sense of "rightness" about the day.
Kirsten shared with me her desire to serve a mission, I was pleased to hear it and we talked about that great opportunity. We talked about her grandparents that have served and the hope that someday I would be able to serve with her dad. She expressed her nervousness about the next year and the opportunity to date, realizing that it was a step towards adulthood. (I reminded her that it was still a long ways away and as a parent we need to keep that in mind :)....)
The temple grounds have changed. They have added more flowers and another fountain, but it is still the same place where a young girls dreams were planned and then came to be.
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