Another Foot or Two Will Make Him Silly Tall

I took Brigham to the Draper Temple recently.  It was his fourth time.  At first I thought he was not interested; on the car ride over he asked if we could play a Weird Al Yankovich mix on Spotify.  I politely declined reminding him that we were going to the temple and that we ought to listen to something more appropriate.  On considering that he suggested that we just talk instead.  The ride up the mountain was nice but rather unremarkable.  When we arrived I noticed that he had four family names for which he was going to do their work.  He'd figured out how to go onto FamilySearch.com and print up some of your own family members who require work be done for them yet.  I haven't even figured out how to do that. 

In the temple he was very respectful and did a great job.  It is a special thing to share something like that with your son.  It made me look forward to when he got older and the events we will share along his life.

It was the car ride home that I found fascinating.  He told me for the first time that he really wants to serve a mission someday.  What a great thought.  For me, a mission was critical.  The things I learned, the experiences I had and the people I met during those two years defined almost every other choice and outcome in my life.  I can't stress how important my mission was to me.  And to hear my son say that he really wants to do the same thing, something I know will be both hard and amazing, makes my dad heart swell.  I love him very much.  He really is a special person.