It is Saturday the 18th of April. It is Sunny and just warm enough. We are at Temple Square and the air smells sweet of flowers..especially the lilacs. We take pictures of our beautiful children sitting by the flowers. We enter the Joseph Smith Memorial Building with its grandeur and polished decor. I sit on a comfy chair to take it all in. Friend-Bart Allen plays the piano so beautifully, it already feels like heaven. My dear companion and husband begins to play his violin with the piano. The two instruments weave together such beautiful music and because it is all by ear, it goes in directions that are inspired by the musicians. I hear a familiar tune...it is "O My Father." I see my beautiful daughter in the middle of the foyer start to dance. She tells me she is doing ballet. She is beautiful. I hold my nursing infant in my arms and look at his peaceful, dreamy face. I look at my husband. He is so beautiful to me. I close my eyes and think of the lyrics to the music they are playing:
O My Father thou that dwellest in the high and glorious place,
When shall I regain thy presence and again behold thy face?
In thy holy habitation, did my spirit once reside?
In my first primeval childhood, was I nurtured by thy side?
For a wise and glorious purpose Thou hast placed me here on earth
and withheld the recollection of my former friends and birth;
Yet oft-times a secret something whispered,"You're a stranger here,"
and I felt that I had wandered from a more exalted sphere.
I had learned to call Thee Father, through thy Spirit from on high,
But until the key of knowledge was restored, I knew not why.
In the heavens are parents single? No, the thought makes reason stare!
Truth is reason; truth eternal tells me I've a mother there.
When I leave this frail existence, when I lay this mortal by,
Father, Mother, may I meet you in your royal courts on high?
Then at length, when I've completed all you sent me forth to do,
With your mutual approbation let me come and dwell with you.
I take it in; it is a BEAUTIFUL moment.