Chase and Morgan Adams-Hart

In my youth my imagination never stretched to consider my life as a grandmother.  Mother yes.  Grandmother no.  But it has come all the same.  In fact, our grandson Chase got married this past Saturday.  Now I must consider the possibility of becoming a great-grandmother.  Wow.  How did THAT happen.

Chase has been attending BYU Idaho.  That is where he met Morgan, a wholesome, steady, lovely girl. They hit it off from the start and it wasn't long before they decided to pray about their relationship. Both felt that it was right to marry.  So, before we knew it, the marriage was announced and the date set.  So Chase is marrying an Idaho girl.  I can't help being pleased about that.

This past week has been a whirl of activity as we prepared for the wedding.  Actually my preparations consisted on getting myself ready.  There were plenty of others to do the grunt work.  Audrey and Cliff (parents of Chase) arrived at our house on Thursday, with all four kids.  I love it when family comes.  They filled all of our guest rooms, making today big-time wash day.  But it was worth it.

We drove to Idaho Falls Friday afternoon.  I was thinking that it couldn't possibly be far; after all it is in Idaho.  But we drove for almost 5 hours before arriving, just in time to go out to dinner.  Five hours would be major in California but somehow in Idaho it becomes just a regular, ordinary drive.  I'm not sure why that is, but driving distances here seem quite routine.  Even for us.  We settled in for the night in a motel near the temple.  Poor Chase didn't sleep much that night.  Perhaps you can relate.

Chase and Layne Saturday morning (wedding day).
Chase looks pretty good for hardly sleeping!

The Idaho Falls Temple is lovely, and big.  Temple workers were everywhere; an overabundance it seemed to me.  The sealing room was full of people we didn't know.  Well, we knew about 6.  The sealer spoke to them gently and was inspired in what he said, I thought.  He answered a question Morgan had about women holding priesthood power in the temple without knowing her desire to understand that.  I'm betting that Chase and Morgan will remember very little of what he said, but it was inspired anyhow.  All went well and there was just the kind of spirit there that one could wish for; sweet and tender.

Adams-Hart family (minus Chase) on the Temple grounds,
before the wedding:  me, Rayne, Isaiah, Audrey, Cliff, Allegra, Layne.

Morgan and Chase, just after their sealing, walking out the Temple doors.

Endless photos followed.  Then a luncheon for everyone who attended the sealing.  It was a crowd.  Then a reception at Morgan's home in Blackfoot.  Daughter Jessica, Chris and kids drove all day from Seattle to be there.  I thought it was a sweet sacrifice for them to make that journey.  None of our other children were there.  But they will be at the open house at Audrey and Cliff's this coming Saturday.

One of the endless photos; Audrey, Morgan, Chase and Cliff.

Layne at the reception, waiting patiently for it to be over.

The wedding cake.

Throwing the bouquet.

Chase kissing his wife.

Wedding flowers.

After the reception we drove all the way back to Star, arriving about 1 AM.  I'm still tired.  Chris and Jes stopped by on Sunday for a short while, then headed back to Seattle, arriving there at 2:30 AM this morning.  Wow, what a marathon trip they made.  It warms me.  Audrey and Cliff left with kids this morning.  We will see them in a couple of days as we head once again for California.

Today is clean-up interspersed with naps.