This may be another random post. I'm not quite sure how all of my thoughts are going to come tumbling out of my head. So, here goes.
I'm glad it's Monday. I'm glad Mother's day is over. It isn't my favorite day. I have learned to have no expectations whatsoever, but the hope inside me just will not die. I can squash it as much as I want to but on Sunday morning at 6:00 when little people wake up, who are not supposed to be awake, the hope just rears it head and nothing that I do will control it.
Overcoming Mother's day usually takes a few days. But this year a small miracle happened. Shall I explain? My 4 year old has been asking to go walk around the temple for family night for a few weeks now. But every Monday night someone has either been sick or it has been raining for the past month. In fact, we almost didn't go tonight because baby had a fever this afternoon, but thank heaven for infant Tylenol. A miraculous invention if ever there was one.
We drove to the Jordan River Temple, which is practically down the street from us. But as it is Monday, the gates were closed and we couldn't even get into the parking lot. Husband suggested we drive out to the new Oquirrh Hills Temple, which is only about 10 minutes away. We got there and noticed that there were tents set up in preparation for the open house that will begin in June. We walked around the outside, marvelling at it, the girls gazing in admiration and talking about the wonderful things that happen inside. As we rounded a corner we noticed a group of Sunday dressed people actually entering the temple. Husband and I joked that you probably have to have connections to get to tour the temple early. Be related to a General Authority at least. As we got closer to the gate, a guide stopped us and asked us if we would like to go inside. Husband and I looked at each other in shock. He was in his work clothes (a polo and slacks), and I was wearing capri's and a spit-up encrusted shirt. The girls were in the same clothes that they had spent the day playing outside in, and the baby was only in a onesie. The guide said that it was no problem to go through in our street clothes. We both felt a little awkward, but really were excited for the opportunity to go through this early.
It was WONDERFUL. If there was more that I could do to emphasize that word, I would do it. It was beautiful. The kids were reverent. My 2 year old was astounded by all of the chandeliers. The girls were in awe of every room. And we had a guided tour with only 2 other families. The whole way home I couldn't stop talking about how lucky we were. How blessed we were. What a good job my husband had done, suggesting that we go see the new temple.
And it made up for yesterday. All the doubts, all the insecurities, the disappointments. Being in that sacred building with my entire family was better than any mother's day present I could ever receive. Showing each of my children their eternal reflection in the sealing room is a moment I don't want to ever forget. Holding my baby walking through those quiet halls reminding me that I will hold him for all of eternity. It was an incredible blessing. Happy Mother's Day to me.
*For more info on the Oquirrh Hills open house go here.