Nineteen years ago, we took this cherubic, cherished
young man to the Logan Temple.
Together we knelt at the alter,
and a worker brought Trent
in, and set him up next to us.
When he saw us, he gave us a
grin as wide as the Grand Canyon.
Together, dressed in white, we made
covenants to be a forever family.
A precious day, never
to be forgotten.
A day dreams came true.
Last Friday, we took this very same young man
to the Las Vegas Temple.
This time it was so he could
make covenants of his own.
Another precious day,
never to be forgotten.
Another day dreams came true.
The years have changed each of us a bit.
In so many ways it seems impossible
that he is not the sweet little cuddly baby of
nineteen years ago.
Where have the years gone?
Eleven years ago, was another day for covenants
and dressing in white.
As a parent, there is no greater joy
than to see your children walk in truth.
I loved seeing my husband looking so happy
with his arm around his son,
as he escorted him around the temple.
You can't always have what you want,
but sometimes you can.
For that I am eternally grateful to my Father in Heaven.
