Saturday was our first 5 hour shift at the temple, and because we are a team of procrastinators (and because husband travels and works like crazy during the week) we decided to wait until the morning of to hem his brand new white pants.*

Oh, and did I mention that I’ve only used a sewing machine once before? To sew my wedding invitations (I was the crazy bride who chose to create 275 booklet style wedding invitations and sew the pages together to create a binding). My mom did all of the work setting things up back then, changing the settings, and I just ran the pages through. Now it’s 1.5 hours before we have to leave and I realized I barely know how to turn the dang thing on, much less thread the needle.

After 45 minutes of trial and error I had all of the prep work done and it was time to thread the needle. I slid the white fabric under and lowered the needle down to the crisp white fabric.

And this is what I ended up with.

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Ah, the adventures of being a newlywed!

All the stress and the disappointment of my supreme failure at sewing was forgotten as soon as we walked inside and experienced the peaceful atmosphere of the temple. Plus they made us work really hard! We both came home exhausted, and now I’m thinking I’m going to have to start working out to get in shape just so I can serve in the temple each week.

It was all worth it though. Especially so for me, as I got to help 6 little boys, ranging in age from 2-11 years old dress all in white and head upstairs to meet their parents in the sealing room to be sealed together forever as a family.

It’s moments like that which remind me that poorly hemmed pants don’t really matter all that much.

*In the temple everyones wears all white from head to toe.

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