Thank Thee O God For a Prophet

Today the world will honor and celebrate the life of President Thomas S. Monson.

He was so kind and caring. I will miss him.

Bride's Room

 Last Sunday I had the privilege of going with #2 on a special tour of the Payson, UT temple.

The whole purpose of the tour was to view this room right here-  The Bride's Dressing Room.

It was gorgeous! 

Notice the apple blossoms on the round sofa?  The Payson temple has been nicknamed the Apple Blossom Temple because there are tons of apple blossoms incorporated throughout it's decor.

 We also viewed a sealing room.  It is in these rooms that marriages are performed.  Not just any ordinary marriage, but a marriage that is sealed together for all eternity not just until death.

As I sat in this beautiful special room ( just look at the glass ceiling!), I reflected on my own sealing, and how grateful I am to be able to have my husband and children with me forever.

Then I started thinking about how in just a few short years, I could be sitting in this same chair watching my child get married (honestly that freaked me out a little)!!!! 

My mind wandered back to the time when #2 , just four-years old, came to me all dressed up in her dress-up clothes.  She gave me a hug, and said, "Bye, Mom!"  I asked her where she was going.  Her reply, "To the temple to get married!"  Then I asked her who she was marrying.  "Just Dad" she said.

Smell-mories

Do you ever smell a certain smell and immediately you're transported to another time or place?

This morning we had cantaloupe with breakfast.  One whiff of that fruity smell and I was 10 years old again on summer vacation eating breakfast with Gram out on her patio on a warm fresh morning.  For some reason, I only remember having cantaloupe at Gram's house- cantaloupe with bacon.  YUM!

I have other smell-mories as well.

For instance, I can't smell Red Vines or greasy fast food without thinking of my other sweet grandma - G.G., who used to eat licorice by the handful while flipping burgers at her ma and pop fast food diner - The Timpfreeze.

For my dad, the smell of manure reminds him of home and his childhood.  Lucky for him, since I live just up from a dairy, he gets to smell that every time he comes to my house.

Ahhh smell-mories like the corner of my nose?

What Smell-mories do you have?