December 29, 1994: A warm Thursday afternoon at the Los Angeles temple on Santa Monica Boulevard. I remember being really hot in my long-sleeved wedding dress. I remember thinking how handsome Paul looked. I remember not wanting to be the center of attention and not caring that we only had 1 roll of fill taken.
December 29, 2009: A warm Tuesday afternoon at the Los Angeles temple on Santa Monica Boulevard. We wanted to take the kids on our 15th anniversary to where we were married. They couldn’t believe how big the temple was and could hardly resist rolling down the giant 5-acre grassy hill. They had a million questions, we had a few answers, and Paul and I found ourselves holding hands a little bit more than usual on this special day.