Templo de Veracruz

This past weekend we went to the temple with our ward. We left Friday after the kids' school's Posada (Christmas party with piñata and nativity) and David's work party. Traffic was so horrible on the way out that we almost forfeited. We got in around 2am, slept little, and I hit the beach with the kids while David took his turn in the temple with the youth.

Going to the temple was so refreshing. For me, sitting in more than 2 hours of traffic (plus an additional 4 hours of near-death-by-David's-driving) added to the experience. It's been a long while since I have had to make much of a sacrifice to go to the temple and I feel like it's a different flavor when getting there is painful. The peace and soothing words of revelation were sweet.

We stopped in the city center to eat before we headed out again.

 

In other news, Claire has decided to quit dancing after her end-of-semester presentation.

She was never too excited about the dance class, but every time we went to one of E's soccer games, she said she wanted to play. Today was her first day of soccer and she came home very excited, mainly because 2 boys fell in love with her (she's the only girl on the team), but also bc according to her, she scored a goal on a 9-year-old after doing a flip and other amazing tricks. She claimed everyone said she was the best player in the world. After Elijah said "yeah right," she revised and she was the best on the team.

One more tidbit: When Iris is excited, she yells "Órale!" Love it.