Sometimes you just have to force a good memory. A couple Sundays ago I piled the kids into the car kicking and screaming (not really, but they weren't too gung ho about it). We were going to make that Sunday afternoon trip to the temple I'd been wanting to do for a while. Our church is done early and we have the whole afternoon to hang out and do "Sunday stuff" so I thought what a better way to spend a Sunday than go to the temple?
There's this amazing photography exhibit there called "Reflections of Christ" by one of my favorite photographers, Mark Mabry. I had dragged Dave over there to see it on our date a month or so ago, and I've been wanting to take the kids ever since.
Man I love that place. My kids are old enough to really catch the spirit of it all and really got into everything at the Visitor's Center. In fact when it was time to go I had to coax them out of that place! We watched the "Mormon Ads" and their faces were so amazed to look up and see me with tears streaming down my face after one particularly moving one...I'm a total sucker for those things.
And they loved the Reflections of Christ exhibit. Their favorite was probably the one called "Angels," and they liked it even more when I told them Mark used Nana & Papa's trampoline for the photoshoot for that one. When we got home I showed them the "making of" video and they were enthralled. (Click here and scroll down to Jan. 1st to see it yourself.)
It was such a simple night, but we were together, and I had my kids all to myself (Dave had stayed home with Lucy). Something I don't get very often. The memory for me is the drive home. Oh, they'll remember the beautiful pictures, the ads and the pretty flowers for a while, but what I hope they remember most is that feeling in their hearts as we talked it all through in the car afterwards. I love that feeling of the Spirit. And I love it even more when I can share it with my kids.
That's one "forced" memory I think we'll all remember for a long time!