Oh, the blessings of Target.

Oh wait, I mean the Temple. I am so blessed to live within a half hour of 6 Temples. I was talking to a friend last week about her experience attending a session in the Draper Temple. She commented, "It was nice, but I probably won't go back, it took a half hour to get there and we had to make an appointment." Jokingly we commented, what wimps we are and how extremely blessed we are to live were we do.

I watched the Jordan River Temple being built everyday at recess when I was in the second grade. I have always taken the Jordan River Temple for granted. I remember thinking once, "Why would you get married in the Jordan River Temple, it is so ordinary?" Over the years, I have come to absolutely cherish the Jordan River Temple. For a short time I worked as a reception in the Jordan River Temple (a receptionist is the little old ladies who tell you where to go and show you your locker). I was pregnant at the time and constantly nauseous but, every time I entered the Temple, I felt perfectly fine.

So anyway, I was leaving Target this morning, after spending way to much money, and looked towards the Oquirrh Mountain Temple. It stands on a hill over looking the Salt Lake Valley from the west. What a beautiful Temple. I grabbed my camera and off Addie and I went on picture taking adventure.