Today, I told a story that I remembered that I wanted to post on the blog and figured I had better do it before I forgot again.
My Relief Society plans a trip to the Manhattan Temple every month, and last month I was able to go with them. One of the ladies watches the kids while the others are able to go to the temple. It is great for those of us who may not get to go otherwise. So I dropped the kids off and rode with a few other sisters to the temple.
That night as we are talking about our days over dinner with dad, Lizzie starts talking about cows. I had a hard time figuring out what my going to the temple had to do with seeing cows, especially the temple in Manhattan. No cows there. Lizzie really wanted to know if I had seen cows. I finally remembered showing her a picture of a baptismal font in a temple weeks before and mentioning how it rested on the backs of the oxen, or cows. I was so amazed that she had remembered this and therefore associated the temple with cows.