This is Our Sacred Duty

As I started this blog I kept hearing the words to, "I love to see the Temple," running over and over in my brain. Last Thursday was a big day for my brother, Spenser. It was his first time to the temple.

My mom, Spenser, and I went to the distribution center on Wednesday afternoon to buy all his stuff. It was quite the experience! Of course, while there mom bought a few new pairs of garments and I bought a couple too. It was the first time I have bought any sort of temple clothing since I went through over a year ago! I love new garments, it's the best. Plus, it was nice to have brand new ones when we went the next day. Basically the whole counter was devoted to our stuff. Spenser was pretty excited.

The next day dawned, and being that neither step-dad or real dad could go to the temple, Trevor was Spenser's escort and they left about an hour before the rest of us. I thought that it was really neat that Spenser would even ask Trevor, but that's who he wanted.

Everything went really well, and Spenser had a lot of people there for him, and afterwards we all went to lunch. He seemed to really like the temple, and I was happy for him, because my first time was not that great. I think that I just thought it was a certain way and it wasn't. I came out thinking that I belonged to the craziest church! I wish so badly now that I had prepared myself more for the temple so that I could have enjoyed it better. There are still things that I don't exactly love.....but everyone says it grows on you.....(let's keep our fingers crossed) It's hard to admit, but going on Thursday was only my second time to the temple. That's how hard it has been for me. I'm not going to lie, when I say that I am just a little envious of those that just love the temple. However the second time around was a lot more enjoyable. Knowing what was going to happen lessened the weird-ness for me.

But back to Spenser....he did so awesome. He can't wait to go back again. He doesn't leave for a while so he is going to go as often as he can. The best part of the whole day was seeing all of my family there together. It definetly puts what you learn in the temple into perspective when you see three generations there. Then to put the cherry on top, I looked at the card with the name of the person my mom was doing the work for, and how ironic could it be that I was doing the work for that woman's daughter?