A night for the books

Confession: I just cannot get over the DC temple. Every time I see it a little light flashes in my soul. It's like if God had a house on earth, this is what it would look like. Go figure. Whoever designed it was a genius.

 

We stopped by the visitor's center first, to meet up with a friend. We didn't find our friend, but we did find quite a few sister missionaries and a free Lindsay Sterling concert! 

One of the sisters, Sister Owens, is new to the area so I hadn't seen her before. She is a striking human being--she seriously looks like the girl from Tangled. Big green eyes and long blonde hair. But more than that she just exudes spirituality. But not in a pretentious way. In a completely humble, beautiful way. I walked away thinking, "I need to get to know that girl. I want to learn to be like her."

We left the temple at twilight. We headed back over to the visitor's center to catch the end of the concert, but honestly I didn't really want to go inside because the sky. Holy cow.

Lucky for me, I had time to stare heavenward for a little while and listen to Lindsay Sterling's final song. Beautiful temple, beautiful sky, beautiful weather, beautiful music, beautiful people. Beautiful experience all around.

On the metro home Robbie and I decided not to switch lines, which meant we'd have to walk five blocks home instead of two. No big deal. It was nice out, after all.

Welp, when we got out of the station it was POURING. But we're adventure folk, so we just looked at each other and laughed and started running down the dark city streets in the pounding rain, clutching our purses to our chests and trying not to slip out of our shoes. It was nothing short of awesome.

But after running five blocks we noticed that the street numbers were getting smaller, not bigger like they were supposed to. 

"That's strange. I swear we were going in the right direction."

Turns out that in all our excitement, we had accidentally run five blocks in the pouring rain in the wrong direction. 

So we turned around and dejectedly walked the five blocks back, and then another five to actually get home. 

And even though we walked in the door soaking wet, hungry, tired, and sore, I'm still putting this night down as one of the best nights I've had here. 

Because when am I going to get to do that again?