What We Did On Saturday

On Christmas our oldest grandchild, a girl, introduced us to her fiancé over Facetime.  We had met him several years ago when they graduated from high school.  They have been friends since seventh grade.  They both returned homes from missions for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints in the past year.

Early in January we received a call from son number one, the father of oldest grandchild, to say she had chosen a wedding date just five weeks away and was there any chance we could attend.  He would purchase the airplane tickets.  We communicated with our mission president who told us we should go, so we did.

Saturday was brutally cold with a wind blowing off the the Great Salt Lake all the way to Brigham City where the young couple was to be married in the temple there for time, and for all eternity, a sacred holy ordinance which is taken very seriously.

We waited outside the southwest door of the temple while the young couple changed from their white temple clothing into regular wedding gear.  People were standing around in blankets and chatting happily until the door opened and out they came.

The happy young couple.  Such a beautiful sight for all, and especially a grandmother who clearly her first grandchild's earliest days.  Some of those days were spent in the same household while dad and mom were fixing up an apartment in Vermont where son number one had taken his first big job.  Early mornings with 4-year-old granddaughter snuggling in bed with her grandparents are such sweet memories.

Here is son number one, wife, and daughters with new son-in-law:  a very happy family all bundled up against the cold and wind, except the bride who was warmed by her love and excitement.  It was such a joy to share the day with them.