Granddarlings at the Temple

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Great picture, huh? I chose it because it makes me look better than I actually do and because it was snapped when I was surrounded my some of my favorite people, my grandchildren. Or as Connie would say, my granddarlings. Their parents wanted to attend the temple Saturday morning, but alas, they had no  babysitter. Would I oblige? You bet I would.

After a brunch of chicken, French fries, and ice cream at Chick Fila, we arrived at the temple.  Even the parking lot is special, and I think the children sensed it too. Their parents gave them some last minute instructions, and armed with provisions like granola bars, crayons, and diapers, we walked into the waiting room area.

Carrie and Rich were gone a little over an hour, and honestly, all of the children were angelic.  About the time they became a bit restless, a temple worker arrived to announce that shortly she’d be giving a presentation to some Primary children visiting from Charlotte. This was great news! I knew Braden and Brooke would love this…and they did. They both sat quietly and focused their full attention on the soft-spoken woman giving the lesson.  Afterwards, a leader from Charlotte announced that they were then going on a tour of the temple grounds. Ah, even better. Now we’d get to go outside. I asked Braden and Brooke if they wanted to go along, and Brooke’s only question was, “Are those other kids going?” When I said yes, she was lined up and ready to go.

 I followed along with Emma and Colton. Before long, Emma left my side and participated with the older children. Baby Colton became a little cranky about this time, but I had plenty of help from a little strawberry blond girl named Rachel.  The beautiful flowers, a gentle breeze, the happy children, the birdsong, and the reverential tones of the people teaching the children all combined to make the experience a special one, a holy one.

The above picture was snapped after the morning’s temple experiences and pre-bookstore one. Is there any better way to spend time than with much loved people in a holy place?

Author: jayne bowers

*married with children, stepchildren, grandchildren, in-laws, ex-laws, and a host of other family members and fabulous friends *semi-retired psychology instructor at two community colleges *writer

5 thoughts on “Granddarlings at the Temple”

  1. Thank you again Mama for watching the cuties! Being in temple again and feeling the spirit was amazing! The cuties also loved getting to spend time with you, and they can’t wait to see you again this weekend!

    I can't wait to see them either!

  2. This was a fun post to read after reading Carrie’s perspective on the day recently 🙂 One of the things we miss the most about being around our family is the temple babysitters so we could go together a lot! For now, we trade a little with other people and alternate with each other.

    Sounds like you have a plan that's working for you. How close is the nearest temple?

  3. That is such a beautiful post. And those granddarlings will never forget that day. Alex was 8 year old at the time when he had his wait outside the temple experience. He still talks about that time. They will never forget the spirit.

    You're so right. All day Braden and Brooke kept reminding me that their mother and father were married there...as if I didn't know that! After all, I was there.

  4. I remember waiting in the DC temple when my parents were sealed. I remember it being very clean and bright and watching My Turn on Earth.

    Nice memory.

  5. I think the photo depicts you EXACTLY as you are…beautiful, full of life and love!!! Those days with the granddarlings are so special…we are lucky to be so close to ours! I am around the corner so to speak…I am just thankful they’re not on the other side of the U.S. (two are) I can’t imagine how my Oma felt with her grands being across a vast ocean!

    I AM full of live and love, and I earnestly try to live each day to the fullest. I wish my little sweethearts were closer by, but alas, I have to take what I can get. None of us lived in Camden when our children were young, and I know my mother's heart ached to see her grandchildren who lived in Germany.

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