Monday, June 28, 2010

Three White Suits

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.

Monday, June 21, 2010

Three Weeks and Counting

Well at least he will look like a missionary if we don't get anything else done.
Trent goes to the MTC in just over three weeks.
I know that it will be here in a blink of an eye.
We have finished most of the shopping, and
He should go to the temple this weekend.
Still on the to be completed list:
Update immunizations.
Extend his Driver's License.
Take care of a traffic ticket.
Get new scriptures.
I plan to spend the day with him tomorrow,
where I hope we can knock those things off the list.
We also need to get a family picture,
which means I need to get my gray hair colored,
loose twenty pounds,
and buy an new outfit.
Not sure I can get all that done in
just three weeks.
It is amazing how putting on a suit,
can change a boy into a missionary.

I suppose the bright side is, that with him
in Florida, I can mail him anything
we don't get ready.