There are certain days on the calendar that are marked for celebration or remembrance. Usually we think of them as happy days but sometimes they are quiet days of reflection. December 2 became a marked day for me in 2011 when mom passed away. Every December 2nd since then I have remembered, reflected, and some things I try to forget. I have tried various ways to spend that day to help get through the 24 hours. One year I bore my testimony. One year I tried to do an act of service. I just try to find some small way to do something mom would be proud of. Continue reading
I’ve been visiting an LDS temple once a month for about three years now. This is the time of year when I have to decide if I want to keep it up. Not sure how 2018 will play out.
It starts with a man and woman
making promises, dressed in white,
holding hands, exchanging rings.
The day is good, the day is right.