Temples

Vash, in my opinion, has been very lucky so far to live so close to a Temple his whole life. We live right around the corner and it's where we take our evening walks. He likes to look at it. Calls it a pretty. He gets excited whenever he sees us getting the stroller out and yells "Walk?!?!" For a little guy who likes to run and scream and is usually more busy than any other kid I know, he's unusually calm and serene when we take our walks. He likes to look at the flowers, the birds, and the Temple. I remember when he was 11 months old and a whole group of us went to see the new Temple in Thatcher. He was such a good boy in the car. On the way there and back, we played in the back seat or he slept. He was so quiet and observant in the Temple. He never once started to whine or make noise while the Guide was explaining the rooms to us. He seemed to be so happy having his Papa carry him whiled he looked at all the pretties. ( I have to admit, the part he probably liked best was the reception afterwards where he got to use his newly grown teeth to enjoy a few cookies.) I'm really glad we were able to take him and that some day I'll be able to tell him about the first time he visited a house of the Lord.

(Oh, and about those new teeth? Vash had zero teeth. ZERO! Until he turned 10 months old and they all came in at once. True story.)