Sometimes I shake. "Why are you crying Mom?" asks Little Mother. "I love the temple." I reply. I don't have an answer. Nothing is particularly touching, I don't have any particular thoughts. Its just that sometimes my insides swell, bigger and bigger till they pop out of my small frame and I shake. When Ladybug stuck her little hand in mine, not to remove it for ages, when Little Mother leaned and rubbed on me, when Sunshine didn't run once in the temple, I knew they felt it too. They silently pointed to me and tried to communicate their feelings... I am so grateful to live so close to 12 temples.
Of course, after thinking reverent thoughts and being SOOOOO good, the bus ride back to the church (parking) was wild and exciting.