Kyoo 79

I was thinking about sharing some thoughts I was having about my "love life" but I decided against it. I've given up saying anything about men I'm interested in because it creates too much hype and makes it even harder when nothing happens.

So, life is good.

I was in Wal-Mart last night with Snickers and Travesty and fun was to be had. I've never seen Travesty act so crazy. Between the huge pile of snow that fell out of his coat to leaving his (snow)pants in the toy section, he was just a riot. Plus, he even stopped and did Tony Chestnut with me in Hardware.

And, just as a gauge, it's still snowing. I think I mentioned that it was snowing in my last post. Well, it hasn't stopped since then. They're starting to move it out by the truckload. I've never seen so much snow in my life.

The Rexburg Temple is about to be dedicated. I'm looking at it right now from the lab. It's so beautiful. Just this beacon of white in the night sky that is visible for miles and miles. The inside is no less spectacular. I can't wait to go there. It reminds me of the important things in this life and eternity. It also gives me the opportunity to remember and serve those that have come before.

I spent a lot of time thinking of President Gordon B. Hinckley this weekend. He was such an inspiring man to watch and listen to. He died on my birthday this year but it didn't really hit me until yesterday as I was watching his funeral. I loved him and will miss him. But, it is a happy time as well. I know that he is with his wife again and that he left a remarkable legacy and example for all to follow. I know he was a prophet of God and I have seen the blessings in my life that came from following his counsel.

My most vivid memory of him came when I was attending General Conference this past year. I was sitting in a congregation of some 21,000 people. There was a dull roar of chatter as one would expect with that kind of audience. However, it was amazing how quickly that hushed and the feeling that washed over the place as President Hinckley walked in, waving his cane, and all stood in respect. He was just a dot to me from where I was sitting but I could feel his love and warmth. It's something I will never forget.

In short, his funeral was a beautiful celebration of his life and there's nothing I would have rather been doing yesterday than paying my last respects to such a wonderful man. The chance to go skydiving or run a marathon would not have pulled me away from that broadcast.

I look forward to sustaining the next prophet and learning from him for years to come.

And that is that.

Have a great day :)