My family was on Temple Square during a visit with Utah relatives, when suddenly, my mother grabbed me by the shoulders, and propelled me with alarming urgency towards the Tabernacle. An old man was moving away from an open door there and people were gathering around him. With a degree of determination and boldness uncharacteristic of my mother, she shoved through the crowd until I was standing at his feet.
He looked down at me. His gentle eyes never left mine as my mother panted, “President Tanner, THIS is my daughter, Ramona.” It was certain that I had never heard that kind of awe and pride in her voice.
I was so young, I don’t remember then if he said anything. I don’t remember if I said anything. What I remember most, is how important it was to my mother.