He watched as each step of the building process took place:
As it grew, he grew too.
He participated in the Cultural Celebration to honor it’s dedication:
He worked to keep himself worthy to enter that sacred place. He chose good friends, he studied the scriptures, he attended church, he served others, he made good choices.
(Let’s just pause outside of story-mode real quick to note right here and right now that I believe that kid’s smile would have been bright and big at any LDS temple he would visit first. But it made that first visit extra meaningful to be at a temple he had been so up-close-and-personal with the building process.)
He had a pretty sweet support group with him in that beautiful place.
An aunt who went through a lot of trouble with a broken-down car to get there:
…and his mom for one, could not stop smiling.
As they left that place that night all of their hearts glowed to match the temple.
That boy took his little sisters back with him the next night to serve there since he could help them with some of the work.
(That’s his Dad at the Taipei Temple, where he served his own mission years ago.)