
When we finally got in, he did ok, holding my hand though he wanted to climb up the stairs like a cat, which was slightly offputting to others, but I thought, "Hey, I'm picking my battles here!"
He hated the white footies so they let him go in his socks.
He wanted to keep moving. He did ok waiting for his turn to enter the rooms.
He especially loves the baptismal font. It has been almost a week since we visited, and he says to me everyday, "Temple. Big temple. Nolan's temple. My turn temple. White cow."

I took him on a walk around City Center Temple here in Provo, a few blocks from our apartment. He liked it but the sun got in his eyes, haha.
I am glad we went even though Josh and I were both kind of stressed by the end because of Nolan's behavior. But I am glad Nolan got to see the temple, and I hope it lit a spark of testimony that will continue to grow in his life.
I told Nolan, "Mom and Dad got married in the temple, Nate and Nicki got married in the temple" and all the other family members in our family who did.
I love the temple. I need to go there soon.
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