K. and I are trying to get into the habit of saying yes to good things. It's funny how easily we can talk ourselves out of doing the things that bless us the most, falling back on those comfortable phrases--too busy, too difficult, too tired. To counteract that kind of defeatism, this year we've made a point to take a trip to the
DC temple whenever I get a day off work. Normally, this means trading off attendance while the other watches the kids, but for Good Friday we traded with another couple and were able to walk into the temple arm in arm.
K. never looks more beautiful to me than when we go to the temple together, and I think there really must be a special kind of light that accompanies spiritual things, illuminating from within.
While waiting for the other couple, we took all the kids over to the
LDS Visitor's Center and spent a few serene moments considering the Christus statue. Sage, in particular, seemed to have a great reverence for both the temple and the statue. Here she is with her friend, Avery.
After we rendered unto God the things of God, we decided we had enough time to pay our respects to Caesar with a quick (ha!) trip into DC. I have decided that seeing DC by car is a game for suckers. It took us an hour and forty-five minutes to drive twelve miles from the temple to the Jefferson Memorial. By coincidence, that is how long it took us to get from home to the temple, driving across
two whole states. Of course, once you've parked and don't have to go anywhere, it's a beautifully plotted city.
President Obama even flew by to make sure we were enjoying the
Cherry Blossom Festival. We all thought that was very nice of him.
By the time we got there, the memorial was clothed in the last golden hours of daylight.
Coming from a slightly more northerly climate, we were surprised that the cherry blossoms were already more than halfway off the trees. A couple of strong gusts treated us to the occasional shower of petals.
On the way back to the car Ian and Lucy threw some driftwood back into the Potomac, which is how all evenings should end. It was a good friday.
K. and I are trying to get into the habit of saying yes to good things. It's funny how easily we can talk ourselves out of doing the things that bless us the most, falling back on those comfortable phrases--too busy, too difficult, too tired. To counteract that kind of defeatism, this year we've made a point to take a trip to the DC temple whenever I get a day off work. Normally, this means trading off attendance while the other watches the kids, but for Good Friday we traded with another couple and were able to walk into the temple arm in arm.
K. never looks more beautiful to me than when we go to the temple together, and I think there really must be a special kind of light that accompanies spiritual things, illuminating from within.
While waiting for the other couple, we took all the kids over to the LDS Visitor's Center and spent a few serene moments considering the Christus statue. Sage, in particular, seemed to have a great reverence for both the temple and the statue. Here she is with her friend, Avery.
After we rendered unto God the things of God, we decided we had enough time to pay our respects to Caesar with a quick (ha!) trip into DC. I have decided that seeing DC by car is a game for suckers. It took us an hour and forty-five minutes to drive twelve miles from the temple to the Jefferson Memorial. By coincidence, that is how long it took us to get from home to the temple, driving across two whole states. Of course, once you've parked and don't have to go anywhere, it's a beautifully plotted city.
President Obama even flew by to make sure we were enjoying the Cherry Blossom Festival. We all thought that was very nice of him.
By the time we got there, the memorial was clothed in the last golden hours of daylight.
Coming from a slightly more northerly climate, we were surprised that the cherry blossoms were already more than halfway off the trees. A couple of strong gusts treated us to the occasional shower of petals.
On the way back to the car Ian and Lucy threw some driftwood back into the Potomac, which is how all evenings should end. It was a good friday.
3 comments:
Sounds like a great trip! I'm totally jealous!
perfection.
President Obama sure is considerate :-)
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