Temples are Rad

My room mate and good friend Iris just got married! Yesterday! In the temple! There was also a reception! I drank a lot of lemonade! We had a dance party in a greenhouse!

It was a most splendid affair and I am so grateful that I got to be a part of it. Most especially because I got to witness my first temple sealing/ceremony. We Mormons believe that families can be sealed together for time and all eternity (take that death!) and temples are where these ordinances take place. Its seriously the most beautiful thing, comparable to taking double-stuffed Oreos and putting marshmallow puff creme inside....but like a kajillion billion trillion times better.

Salt Lake Temple. My pose looks very Pinterest-esque, no?

First off, I apologize if you are reading this blog for some snarky commentary on my silly shenanigans. This post will be a teensy bit more sincere because I love the temple with all of my heart, no sarcasm permitted. If you want to hear more, read on! If not, read anyways!

If you have ever wondered what exactly goes on inside an LDS temple, this is not the place to find out. Neither is any backwoods forum on the Internet. Our temples are extremely sacred, which is why we are reserved in our explanation of it. But don't worry, it is nothing like the weird cultish things that go on in The DaVinci Code. That movie/book still haunts me.

All I really want to say about our temples is that I have never felt so much love in one place. It is the love of a Heavenly Father who is anxious about our well-being. He is heavily interested in our lives... if he has the Internet up in heaven I would bet you a million bucks he is one of my blog followers. My knowledge of my being a daughter of the Creator of this world is the reason I am leaving my life for 18 months to serve him in Peru. And I couldn't have a bigger supporter than the man upstairs.

Yippee for cool fountains and Elise going through the temple for the first time! And my cool carpet bag, of course. 

Oh, and did I mention that I ripped my dress on the way to the wedding? I did. My beautiful, elegant, $6 dollar dress tore because of my violent movements trying to eradicate an annoying sound in the back of the car.

It all went down like this;
Me: What is that sound?
Elise: I don't know.
Me: It's annoying me. Fix it.
Elise investigates, albeit a half-hearted endeavor.
Me: Its the bike tire or something.
Elise: I don't know what it is.
Me: UGH! FINE. I WILL DO IT.
I turn around very aggressively, extremely confident that I will solve the riddle of the unidentified sound.
Dress: RRRRIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
Me: Holy shit!

And that my friends, is how my dress tore right before a wedding. We got our greasy little paws on some safety pins and all was well. Besides when I safety pinned my sleeve completely shut. Road bumps are bound to ensue in this situation.

FYI. Driving with helmets is not weird, it's safe. Big difference. 

In case you didn't realize that this was very distressing to me, here is another picture. 

Congrats Eric and Iris! Hopefully you start popping out tons of offspring so you don't need to tease me about baby animals all the time. I know you will have a wonderful life together, even if you guys eat a ton of pork liver.