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Temple Stroll

This is a very personal post, so please be respectful. If you want to learn more about what I'm talking about and temples, go Here. Thank you. :)

Part of the summer bucket list was to go to the temple with the bestby. He's never been up close to a temple before and was so excited. Today we went! Last night we both had crazy butterflies. He was so cute, he was on the internet looking at pictures and telling me which were the prettiest and all the ones he wanted to go to. (My personal favorite is the Manila Phillipines Temple. My seminary teacher gave me a picture of it for my birthday two years ago because it was rededicated on my birthday. Why'd it have to be rededicated? Because it got hit with a cannonball in a revolution. How cool is that?!? Plus it's pretty.)



 I could hardly sleep, I was so excited to go. Deep down I was a little scared though because you always hear all those horror stories about people who are just trying to go and their car breaks down, gets stolen, and basically everything that could possibly go wrong does. We made it there in one piece which I am so very grateful for.

As soon as we pulled into the neighborhood where the temple was, the bestby's eyes lit right up. He gasped and I could tell he was amazed. He couldn't get out of the car fast enough to look and walk around. He was so happy when I told him we could walk around the entire building. I remembered back to a tour we took back in primary and said some random facts I remembered along the way. But the bestby already knew them. He does his research.

We headed towards the back where the benches and hanging flowers are and just sat down for awhile. We didn't say much because we were both just soaking it in. The bestby just kept repeating over and over how he could feel it, he could feel it so strong in his heart. It was, amazing to be there with him. I'm not going to lie, I wasn't feeling what he was feeling as strongly and was wondering what was wrong with me. But I talked to my mom about it and I've realized that a lot of things about the gospel are very small. Most of us don't get those thunder bolt of lightning moments. The spirit speaks softly. I'm sure it was there. In the wind, the sun, the birds singing. The quiet. It was absolutely beautiful back there.

While the bestby was thinking quietly, I took pictures of the flowers.



It was nice, just being quiet back there. I wasn't really thinking about much, but some of the worries I've had lately came into my mind. Right at that moment, the bestby sat up and looked at me and told me that everything is going to be ok, it's all going to be ok and work out. 

We went back to the front and the visitors center, each time I showed him something new his face would light up and he'd get even more excited.



I loved staring at the angel Moroni on the top. He's one of my favorites.




This pretty little flower was just poking up between the sidewalk. 

After the trip to the temple, we took him to Deseret Book because no trip to the temple is complete without a trip there. It's so fun to show the bestby all these little stores and places my family loves to go. He was running around like a kid in a candy shop. Then the next surprise for the day. We were getting him his first set of scriptures. With his name on them. He kept going these are for me, these are mine, mine? It was, wow. He was happier than my little brother in a video game store with $100. It was, wow. Humbling. Don't take those for granted.

I told the bestby that I would decorate the box his scriptures came in for him. This is how it ended up looking.





We of course had to get some treats at Deseret Book. I call the bestby mookie sometimes or other weird words. Long story. Actually, I don't even remember how that one started. Besides the point. LOOK WHAT THEY SELL THERE!!!!!


IT EXISTS! And it was sooooo good. I was just sitting there, eating my mookie minding my own business when the bestby was like Kylee, you have chocolate a llll over you. And I was like no I don't. Yeah. I did.


I have no idea how it got on my legs. That's chocolate, I promise!!!!


He had cookie all over him too, so I felt better. 

My mom took us to lunch at my favorite place, Atlanta Bread afterwards. It was a great, great day out. :) I got to spend it with some of my favorite people, going to some very special places.




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  1. SamaraJune 25, 2012 at 9:02 PM

    It's also possible that since you feel the spirit so often-- in your home, at church every week, and since you've been to the temple before-- you felt the spirit as strong as he did, just it didn't seem like as big a deal. I assume he doesn't have the spirit quite as strong in his house.

    Just a possibility.

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