Summertime took us to Utah. It was the perfect respite to skip the relentless heat of an Arizona summer. Nothing better than a cool summer night, folks. Nothing better. Especially in July. You are bound to see fireworks lighting the sky for weeks on end. We'd scoop up some ice cream cones and sit out on the lawn watching the colorful blasts pepper the night until way past our bed time. Way, way past our bed time. There wasn't a single night that they were awake when I tucked them in. Half dead is more like it. But they loved it. And they begged every evening to stay up until the whites of their eyes resembled road maps.
The 24th happened to be on a Sunday this year. What better place to celebrate this pioneer shindig than at Temple Square. I can't help but feel giddy when I see the sister missionaries dotting the grounds. They take me to a place...no they take me to a person...that I used to be. I often think about that part of my life and long to be that person again. Oh she's here, but sometimes it takes a while to find her.
But seeing those sister missionaries, it makes it so much easier to feel like Hermana (Sister) Pierce all over again. Yes, I think this really is the place.
