Janet and I attended two weddings this morning at the Mount Timpanogos Temple: Steven Whiteside and Ally Perkins (I am Steven's bishop) and Jeff Miles and Karen James (I was Jeff's mission president). It was a pleasant morning to be in the temple with Janet. But there was one tense moment.
I guess I shouldn't have made fun in my last post of that Christmas song where the little boy wants to buy shoes for his dying mother. In a strange quirk of fate, when I returned to the shoe room, after Steve and Ally's sealing, my black shoes were nowhere to be found. I tried to be cool about it. I tried not to show any sense of panic. But while this time of year "visions of sugar plums are dancing in [children's] heads," I had a vision of me in the 20 degree weather walking out to my car on the back row of temple parking in my stocking feet.
Just then, when I was about to give in to despair, I saw a perplexed man returning a pair of black shoes to the shoe room. Ah, he had realized his mistake and was returning MY shoes. Crisis averted. Lovely day intact.