To me, there is no sweeter temple ordinance than the sealing of children to parents.
Kneeling at an altar, husband and wife clasp hands and the child’s small hand is placed upon theirs. The words are short– forty seconds worth– but profound, as the temple sealer speaks of blessings, and privileges and protection…
Afterward, the family stands, gazing into the mirrors on opposite sides of the room. Their reflection refracts into multiples stretching infinitely in both directions.
Darling Olivia’s hand-smocked dress was crafted by her talented Nana, embellished with heirloom lace, gold thread and tiny, delicate beads.