I wake up at 4:30 almost every Saturday morning to go to the temple. I usually get home at 8:30, right after Brian and the kids finish their pancakes. Last Saturday it was 5:00 and I was about to leave when Branson woke up. I put him in bed with Dad and told him that it was very early and that he should go back to sleep. Branson was so wide-eyed and coherent that I could tell there was no way he was going to sleep again. He noticed that I was dressed for my day and had my purse on my shoulder - and naturally he asked where I was going. I told him that I was on my way to the temple and that I would be back after breakfast. He started to whine.
"I don't want you to go to the temple all the time! I want you to stay home! Please don't go," he said.
After a minute of thought, I offered to take him with me. I knew that if I had kept my usual routine, Brian would have had to get up with his son at 5:00am on a Saturday morning. I also realized that the last time Branson had been to the temple he was too young to remember his experience. It was no wonder he pleaded with me to stay home.
I got him dressed in his Sunday best: white shirt, tie, slacks, and a coat to keep warm. I quickly did his hair and grabbed a banana for him to eat in the car. On the 45 minute drive to the temple we held our breath under the underpasses, played What Number Am I Thinking Of, looked for Chevy Camaros and Ford Mustangs, and talked about what we were going to do later that day.
Once we got closer I took a minute to tell him about the temple. I told him that the temple was a special place where we could escape the noisy world outside and feel closer to God and Jesus Christ. I told him that the temple was beautiful. It is a place where we don't run or use loud voices. We don't wear jeans or t-shirts. We don't jump on the furniture or treat others disrespectfully. The temple is a place where people get married, families get sealed together for time and eternity, we learn more about God's plan for us, and spend time in thoughtful prayer.
When the temple came into view from the road I heard Branson shout from the back seat, "There it is!! It's so big! I see the angel Moroni at the top!" I knew then that I had made the right choice bringing Branson with me that morning.
Reading the sign.
The temple doors.
I took him in for a few minutes - but we're not permitted to take pictures inside the temple. We looked at the beautiful wall murals and shook hands with the temple workers. We sat for a few minutes and enjoyed the quiet peace.
I took him to the courtyard where there are fountains and trees and flowers.
After spending time inside, we walked all the way around the temple grounds.
He loved how big it was.
At 5 in the morning the water fountains aren't turned on yet - but he thought the water was cool anyway.
Although I taught him that we treat the temple with love and respect, I permitted him to perch on top of the wall for a picture. :)
Clearly Branson's favorite part was seeing Angel Moroni atop the spire. He just couldn't believe how much bigger it was in person verses the tiny statue he was used to from pictures.
Branson was not excited to leave. He loved being at the temple with me. Unfortunately it began to rain. I told him that we would return - maybe with the whole family and a picnic basket.
I don't think Branson will whine when I get up early on Saturday morning. In fact if he happens to wake up, he might ask to go with me!
All the way home he talked excitedly about his experience. And I felt the Spirit telling me that as his mother, I had made the right decision bringing him to the temple with me. That was more valuable than any temple work I would have done that morning. I was teaching my son.
Of course picking up donuts on the way home was icing on the cake.



