It continued to snow all night and we woke up to this.
You can’t even tell we shoveled the night before. We were to meet at the temple by 10:45. With the snow, Craig and I showed up earlier. We were not the first to arrive. There is a marriage waiting room on the third floor. We relaxed in the waiting
room and watched the family arrive. I don’t think I can describe the feeling of greeting family members we hadn’t seen in a long time in the temple. It was so sweet and it had me thinking about how it will feel as we greet and are greeted by those
who have passed before us as we cross the veil.
The bride was radiant. Craig’s mom looked more frail. She is still recovering from double pneumonia. All of Craig’s brothers and sisters and their spouses were there. It was a beautiful reunion and ceremony.
I am again struck by how important five minutes is. The whole of eternity turners on those short five minutes in the temple.
A few pictures from Saturday.
They made it.
Smiling in the cold. And it was cold.
The beautiful Oquirrh Mountain Temple.
The siblings.
Brothers.
Dawn and the boys.
Dawn and the kids.
Dawn and the girls.
With the bride.
Dawn with the outlaws.
