It’s been almost five and half years since I stepped into the baptism font and joined the rank and file of the Mormons. My husband followed me into the waters just over two years later. The clock thus started ticking; in Mormon time, we are officially two and half years late for the Temple.
In those years, we added a kid or two, bought and sold a house, continued to attend church, accepted callings and withstood family accusations of brainwashing and insanity. We kept the standards, lived the gospel and practiced walking this new, narrower path. We have smiled and nodded and deflected the eager questions of ward members and Bishops about when we were going. The year-mark came and went. We noticed, as time slogged on, the deluge of happy questions slowed to a cautious trickle- kind people not wanting to press, but now wondering why we haven’t gone. Did they do something wrong? Are they worthy? Are they spies? What’s wrong with them?
All jesting aside- and I still don’t have an answer- but I can finally say: We’re going.
I appreciate the eagerness of our friends and ward-members to see us move onto something so precious- and I understand converts counting the days until their year-mark. It just wasn’t the way for us. When my year mark came, I went to get a Recommend from my bishop, and while he ultimately left the decision to me, his council was to wait for my husband. At the time, waiting seemed hopeless- my husband had been a practicing Buddhist for well over a decade, and wasn’t interested in joining any church. Maybe I could wait a little while.
A little while happened, and I found my husband reading Our Search for Happiness and taking the Elders to a baseball game in the name of fellowship. Over dinner one night, one of the Baseball Elders asked him to name a baptism date, and instead of laughter, my husband said “Thursday”. I dropped my fork.
This is just how we do things, I suppose.
This Thursday, my husband is going in for his Recommend interview, and I have an appointment to renew mine. We haven’t told anyone yet- even though I know the ward will be eager and excited. Word will get out- after all, we have a Temple in our meetinghouse parking lot- it’s not like we’ll be going where no one knows us.
All three of our children will be able to be part of the ceremony. Two of them are old enough to not only remember the day, but already understand some of why this will be special. We are not stepping off into the unknown- rather, it feels like going home.
My heart is light and joyful. Since so many of you feel like not only ward members, but friends who helped me get here, I thought you might like to share our happiness. I wish you could be there too.