When It All Fell Apart
I was married on December 13, 2013. After some debate, we chose the Mesa, Arizona, temple rather than the recently dedicated Gilbert temple. The Mesa temple was a staple of my youth. I had grown up seeing its Christmas lights, doing Baptisms for the Dead in its font, and had taken out my own Endowment there. It felt like a part of who I was, like an extended family member in and of itself, without whom the wedding wouldn't feel right.









