After our exciting day at Sea World we took the kids home, fed them, and put them to bed. Then Levi and I went to the San Diego temple to take a few pictures. Unfortunately we were a little too late, and by the time we got there they had closed the gates for the night. We did get a few through the fence, but not any really quality shots.
SO we started back to the house, but just as we were about to get on the freeway we noticed an amazing view of the back side of the temple. We pulled off in a little shopping complex and hiked down a little hill and up the street past a large water meter that looked startlingly like a hobo, to get a perfect shot. We started setting up our tripods when all of a sudden the lights when out! WHAT? I thought they weren't supposed to turn the temple lights off. Haven't you ever heard about temples being a beacon in the night, guiding you to safety and all that business? How are you going to find the temple with the lights out? No safety and salvation for the people of San Diego, I guess. So we packed back up and started hiking back to the car when we were nearly run down by a crazy drunk lady on a motor scooter. She stopped to ask us all about our cameras and tell us stories about her camera. She said that she had never seen the temple lights turned off in the whole three years she had lived there. (They must have known we were out there, and they were just trying to mess with us.)
The next day was Mother's day. We had to check out of the beach house, and I was so sad to leave. I loved it there. We found a church nearby, and went to sacrament meeting. After that we went back to the temple so the kids could wander around. I try to take any opportunity I can to let my kids see different temples. I feel like it will help them know how special I think the temple is, and I'm hoping that if they fall in love with one it will make them that much more determined to be married there. And this one was for Adia. She is our little princess, and the San Diego temple is truly a palace. She loved it! It is her new favorite. She was enchanted by it.
Yes, I took a million shots of it. I just can't decide which is my favorite. (feel free to vote:)
Papa Steve and Nana Laura are the ones who placed Ethan and Adia for adoption and they are the ones who chose Troy and I for their parents. I can't even imagine the heartbreak they went through in making the choice to do that, and it sometimes still catches me off guard to realize that they healed my broken, lonely heart by giving me and actual part of theirs. I admire them so much more than they will ever know.
We visited and got reacquainted. Nana Laura taught the kids the names of all the native plants growing around the temple. She taught them about harvesting the seeds to plant later, and we brought some home with us to plant as a reminder of our special day. We talked about how the kids are doing, and how their family is doing, and they answered Adia's five million questions about her Hispanic heritage. (she learned that she actually knows just about as much Spanish as Papa Steve does, but interestingly enough that made her every bit as happy as if he would have taught her the whole language. She just wanted to connect on that level, and I think that did it for her.)
Look how much alike they are! I love it!
When it was time to go they walked us to the car. We said goodbye, and they got the kids all buckled in. They turned to leave, and I turned to get in the car, when suddenly Laura was at my side. Through tears she expressed her love for the kids, and for me, and the struggles she has had, and finally, after all these years the acceptance, and contentment she felt knowing that they were loved more than life itself, and she had made the right choice, even though it was the hardest choice to make. I expressed to her just what her sacrifice meant to me, that she had given me the most wonderful and precious gift, one that I treasured more than any other. I told her how much I loved those sweet babies, and how much I loved her and Steve for making me a mother, and we embraced and cried in a moment that can only be understood by two women who share the same heart.

















