Today was the dedication of the new temple in South Jordan. The Oquirrh Mountain Temple.
Since we can’t all attend IN the temple, they broadcast the dedication to Stake Centers so that many more of us can watch the dedication. It’s really like being there. There were two sessions today, and we were scheduled for the afternoon session. In the morning, we watched one of John’s friends, since he isn’t old enough to attend.
We enjoyed a leisure morning, the kids played a game, we read, and then the kids showered and bathed. As I was getting John out of the tub, I wrapped him up in a towel, and then was helping him out of the room, and I whacked my foot on the door frame, tripped and fell on John. Luckily, my cat like reflexes kicked in and I rolled OVER him without smashing him like a bug, but we both lay on the floor crying in pain. He had bonked his leg, and me with the injured toes.
Now toes may not be all that important. Balancing and painting the toenails are the big things. But when you hurt one, you KNOW about it. My two littlest toes on my left foot are not happy right now. It hurts to walk, and it hurts to sit there. Basically, it hurts. So, at a little before 3, I decided I wasn’t going to go to the temple dedication. I didn’t know how I could sit through the long meeting with my foot throbbing like it was. But Ryan and the kids got ready, had a snack, and left. They dropped John off at his friends, and went to the stake center. It was right around 3.
A few minutes later, they were back. What? I didn’t read the tickets, I just thought I remembered that it started at 4:00. It started at 3:00. You had to be in your seats at 2:30, not 3:30, as we had thought. Because I didn’t look at the tickets, I misinformed my family, and made them all miss the dedication.
So, here I am, with a hurt and swollen toe, and none of us attended the temple dedication.
Some days just do not turn out like you planned them.