I was 9 years old when I attended the dedication of the Bountiful Utah Temple. Being so young, I don’t remember much about what was said that evening. I remember my parents picking me up from my friend’s birthday party early to go to the dedication, something I was, at the time, not too thrilled about. I remember getting all dressed up, my hair still wet from the luau party, a white handkerchief folded neatly in my purse.
