As mentioned in my previous post, I spent a semester in Nauvoo. Best. Semester. EVER. I think about it daily. Well this coming Friday marks 5 years since we pulled out of Nauvoo early in the morning, heading back to where we came from. I remember looking at the temple with such distress thinking how hard it was to leave and how much harder it must have been for the early saints. They were leaving their home, the temple they had built and the city the had founded. They were headed out into the middle of nowhere on what proved to be a death trip for many. I was headed back to a warm home via airplane. Back to where there were three temples between the airport and my house. And yet, it was still so hard. Anway, my Nauvoo buddy Bethany is doing a week long tribute to Nauvoo on her blog and I encourage all of you to check it out. A lot of it may not make sense but maybe you can catch a glimps of why it was the best semester ever.
And also, I'm dying to go back. Who wants to join me?