And afterward we went to Grandma's for hot chocolate and cookies!
We've only gone to the nativity for two years now and were planning on making it a tradition until on December 17th the tabernacle caught fire. I was so devastated. That's where I went with my family for stake conference all growing up and the few years Nate and I lived in Provo. My parents and a few of my sisters still attended stake conference there. I loved the spiral staircases as a child and would walk on the skinniest part of the steps. I only remember once sitting on the main floor, but I'm pretty sure we all threw a fit about it. All the rest of my memories are in the balcony! I had no idea I felt so attached to that building.

I remember the night of the nativity looking around and enjoying the memories that came back to me. It's not that I knew something horrible was going to happen, but I especially enjoyed the building that night and I'm grateful for that one last visit.


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