Monday, September 27, 2010
It seems that in every time of year and in every new season, memories and feelings of my mom are always associated. The way in which I miss my mom, the way in which I long to see her never changes. But when fall rolls around every year, these feelings become especially poignant. I have many fond memories of fall with my mom. I remember in St. George when I was in high school both of us had busy schedules, but quite often before my swim practices we would be home together for a short time in which we would sit outside in the sun and just soak in the beautiful fall weather. I remember the fall before I left for my mission. We spent so much quality time together. I reflect with sweet memories of that fall when I spent so much time with my mom. One of my best memories occurred in that same fall, the end of September four years ago. I went through the temple for the first time and what a wonderful time it was. The Spirit was very strong and I felt tremendous love for all of my family that day. I will never forget my mom on that special day. I remember seeing her dressed all in white, simply radiating. I remember the tears that were in her eyes as she said to me, "This is what it's going to be like" as we entered the gorgeous room in the temple. I hold very close to this memory that occurred four years ago. I long for the day in which I will see her radiating and beautiful in white once again.