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Temple Square

On the last day of our vacation in Utah, we toured Temple Square and went to the Distribution Center in the Joseph Smith Memorial Building and took this picture before we left. My mom had given Christopher money for new scriptures since he just turned eight years old and got baptized in October. Lindsey decided she wanted a new set too. We stocked up on all kinds of books, movies, etc. We went to Deseret Book and added to our collection too and made quite a haul. The visitor's center was fantastic and I wish we would have had more time there. It has changed so much since I was there years ago. I really am anxious to go there again. This was Kelly's first time to see the conference center in person. I have flown out to Utah for two previous General Conferences and have had the opportunity to be there in the conference center. Our family felt completely uplifted after this wonderful visit to Temple Square. I got some pretty good shots of the Salt Lake Temple, too, but will post them on our 20th anniversary in August!
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Anonymous said…
I'm so glad you go to go there. What a neat picture of you guys.
July 31, 2006 12:00 PM
ninnies said…
Can you belive that Goliath actually was as tall as that statue is?? that's crazy! wow... I look like a shrimp compared to HIM! lol. That was one exciting day!
-Lindsey-
July 31, 2006 9:35 PM
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