Temple of Blocks

Temples mean everything to Mormons. They represent the ultimate goal of life, which is to become like Jesus and return to Heaven with our eternal families. That is really what I want for myself and my family members.

So you can imagine that it means everything to me when my angel baby proudly builds a Holy Temple when she is given a pile of blocks. So cute.

It is also why I had to be honest with Quinn yesterday when we were supposed to walk to the temple, but I wanted to turn around early. We turned around near a Wal-Mart, and when she told me she still wanted to go to the temple, I was very tempted to tell her that Wal-mart was, in fact, the Temple. She would have bought it, and it only would have confused her for a week or so. But I just couldn't do it. Maybe another building, I thought to myself. Any other building, but not Wal-mart. (No matter how magical it might be.)

Later she pointed out a church building, and she thought it was the Temple. I went with it for awhile because she was pretty sure of herself, but eventually I told her it was just a church. So after our walk, we got in the car so I could fulfill my commitment to her and take her to see and walk around the temple. But, no joke, the road to the temple was closed! What?! Quinn was ticked. It was a serious issue. But how do you punish your 2 year old for throwing a fit because she is devastated that they Temple is closed?

So I still owe her.

I think she built this temple (at the top of the blog) to remind me of my commitment. Smart lady.

For the next month I'll keep up this picture of her block temple up to remind me to spend more time with my children -- loving them and teaching them of the principles that bring me and will bring them so much happiness.