We practiced walking reverently for a week. As we walked from the parking lot to the aquatic center for swimming lessons, we practiced how we would act in the temple. I am sure people were puzzled as we walked with our arms folded, only speaking in whispers as we maneuvered through the busy scene. Oh well, it was great practice.
It was very sweet to see my two little kiddos dressed in their Sunday best, arms folded, walking through the temple that day. I was grateful for the chance to take them there and hopefully leave an indelible mark on their little hearts, hoping they would feel the special peaceful spirit of the temple and always strive to go back.
After the tour I wanted to get a picture of them outside. This picture was awesome in my mind. But unfortunately it was super crazy hot, my shoe choice was a huge mistake and my bladder was inflicting great pain. (I wasn't about to use the blue portable potties that lined the street, because A) They are just disgusting and B) What would I do with the kiddos while I was exposing myself to this cramped cesspool? It just wasn't going to happen.) So choosing not to walk to the other side of the temple, I took a couple of bad pictures with the sun blasting their poor little eyeballs and that was that.
As I buckled them into their car seats, I asked both of them what their favorite part was.
Kaitlyn pondered for a few seconds and said, "The Jesus pictures and the sparkling lights"
Jackson was much less reflective and said, "The cookies."
