A few Sundays ago, we decided to spend our Sunday evening basking in the shadow of the temple. I admit I was a little picture-happy...I guess it just goes back to my "pathological picture taking." It's an inherited trait passed on from my dear mother. And though we used to tease her when we lived in Portugal about how she and her camera were never separated, I will be forever grateful that she unknowingly instilled in me the love of photographs.
And in all actuality, this obsession could be traced back yet another generation to my Grandpa Lystrup. He is the epitome of picture taking. He probably has filled literally hundreds of photo albums in his lifetime.
I think it's his hobby. And I guess it became my mom's too.
{And mine.}
Now that I've reminisced about my forebears, here's a look at my posterity loving to be at the temple:
I love to see the temple. And I love to have my family at the temple.
Great will be the day when my whole family can be in the temple together...with no empty chairs.
2 comments:
I love all the pictures you took at the temple! You got some great photos and you look so beautiful Jamie! Miss you guys!!
(this is Marcie by the way) :)
It was so fun to read through your blog and check out the other ones too. You have a great little family - and you really make me feel old!! It will be fun to get to know you better through your blog!
(Angela Ferrara)
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