I miss the temple now.
This Sunday I realized I miss walking into a temple, where the floors are clean, the frames are dusted, the people wear genuine smiles and I hear almost nothing. The ability to hear almost nothing is what I miss the most. I miss walking into the celestial room and listening to the quiet. When I first got home from Hawaii I was relieved that the temples were closed because I didn’t know how I would make time to drive an hour to the temple between work, school, and my crazy home life. We’ve got 6 kids living at home right now, three adult children, one three year old, one two year old, and one just under a year. My parents do foster care and have accepted us adult children’s help in taking care of the kids. This means feeding, changing diapers, playing, helping enforce house rules, and just generally giving time. It’s like there’s 3 extra part time moms in the house. It was incredible when I first moved home, I fell so deeply in love with the opportunity to be these kids part time ...