"It's Temple Day!" Enough Said

Yesterday was our temple day. We really have been working so hard at trying to make this day go as smoothly as possible--as it has seemed since my first visit--it never does. We've made goals which include: I get ready like I'm going on a date (not rush home from work), I eat something (so I'm not so concentrated on my hunger that I don't remember what I'm doing and why I'm doing it), and just a few other things. Well...I tried and tried but I did not succeed yesterday. As I was getting ready to go I found a puddle that Mal had left in the carpet which he does not do anymore, I had a near emotional breakdown from feeling F.A.T. as I was getting ready (this was more like a tantrum than a breakdown), and lastly-as I was getting into our car it wouldn't start. This is because of some car trouble we are having. I have to get into our new (OLD) (GHETTO) truck (which I do not enjoy driving, I did when it was a novelty, being forced to drive the gas guzzler just IRKS me big time.) It was hot, I was annoyed, I was feeling fat, oh and I was feeling hungry and had forgotten to snack on something (this may sound like I'm insanely focused on food but really-when I get hungry I get MOODY, like BAD)...I was having a MOMENT, big time. I said a quick prayer because I really am trying to make some changes in my attitude, I'm trying to become just a tiny bit more laid back. I picked Zach up he also had a rough last part of the day. I held myself together better than ever and we drove to the temple. I was having guilt because sometimes I think I go, even though it's such a rough day almost always leading up to getting there, sometimes simply because I want the blessings in my life and in my marriage.

We went nonetheless, whatever our real motivation was and it was a great experience for me. I truly enjoyed myself and even if it's a rough day getting there, I still get to experience at least 2 hours of real peace...which is more than I truly get the rest of the work week. Sure, life is peaceful these days, but not quite the same kind of peace. I walked out feeling just a little bit refreshed. It was a different experience, I think for both of us, than we've ever had. As we walked out into the parking lot for a moment I had forgotten about our car trouble woes...and quite honestly didn't care quite as much as I did before getting there.

I am grateful for EVERY SINGLE THING I have been blessed with. I am so grateful for a happy home where I am able to enjoy my new ETERNAL marriage to one amazing guy. I am so blessed to have a job and to miss it when I'm not there. I am so grateful for a calling in church that has helped me realize a lot of things I think I had forgotten. I am grateful for the knowledge of the true gospel and the knowledge that I am indeed a child of God. I may worry (of course I'd rather take a trip with my husband this summer than pay to fix a car...who wouldn't...) but I am NOT COMPLAINING!