Boston Temple |October 2010|

We spent Friday and Saturday in Boston. It was a short trip centered around a day at the temple on Saturday. I'll tell you about the craziness of getting there in a minute, but I want to start with the ending of the story since that is the best part. I love the temple. I love the way it feels to be there. Its the peaceful feelings of the Holy Spirit that I love. A lot of times the experience is simple, and sometimes it is very personal. I really think that Yesterday was the most personal experience I have ever had in the temple. I felt very, very close to God during our time there. It reminded me of how much God loves me, how he sent us here to earth with a plan of how we can get back to him, that plan includes our Savior who can get us through anything, how he is the only one who can save us, how he knows how to guide us through life and he knows how to lead us to a true happy life, how I know that God is in charge and we don't have to be scared of what can happen to us here if we join him, how much I love my husband, and how important our work here on Earth is, together.

Now, I'll start at the beginning. . .

I guess I should have expected it this time. It seems like standard procedure for us. We make plans to go to the temple, and everything that can possibly happen to make it hard happens. When we were first married, I swear we were practically fighting by the time we got to the temple every time. This time around, Brad and I made plans to go to the temple about 3 weeks ago. 2 weeks ago, we had everything lined up, and less than 24 hours before we left to make the trip our childcare fell through. I made every call to every person that I could think of, and then called them all again, and again, and again and then we left not knowing if we'd actually both be able to go into the temple, and definitely thought it wouldn't happen together. That night, Beckham, our sleeps through the night every night baby, didn't fall asleep in the 3 1/2 hour car ride down, which meant he didn't have a nap that day, and was shot by the time we arrived and then he couldn't fall asleep at our friends house and he ended up staying up until 11:30 p.m., woke up in the middle of the night (2:30a.m.) screamed like he was scared for about 45 minutes, and then woke up with us at 6:00 a.m. for the day. He stayed awake, fussy, as you can imagine, and then we dropped him off for 3 hours with a babysitter we had never met. . . hoping that he would not traumatize her. As we were driving to the temple in the morning, it was a 1 hour 15 minute drive, starting out in a place we had never been, and our GPS didn't figure out where we were for 15 minutes! We had to guess which way we were driving, and hope we'd end up at the interstate. It "found" us the second we arrived at the interstate. Brad and I both had the same thought, everything that could possibly happen to keep us from the temple has happened, what next?? Well, we almost ran out of gas. Like really, really almost ran out. And not because we weren't trying to find a gas station. In fact, maybe we did run out, but somehow we made it to the gas station just in time. I definitely thought, "maybe we'll just have to not go," about 20 times those 2 days. Somehow it all worked out, and somehow we weren't even talking about how frustrated we were. So glad we still went!