I have three kids who blog well. I want to believe that, despite being born 6 weeks before the baby boom started, I can be a contributor -- if not a contender. Being in Nauvoo grows in delight, depth of relationship and profound insights. 
So here's a start. We got here 7 weeks ago. Weldon and Vickey Tovey hosted us so graciously that the transition was utterly painless. But about a quarter of our guaranteed time in Nauvoo has gone by. Zips, indeed.We’ve hung Gerber daisies in front of our posh apartment. More on that topic (poshness, not daisyness) in the future.
Our temple president is Spencer Condie, seated between his counselors and their wives. He is as warm and unstuffy an emeritus LDS general authority as one could ever imagine. His goal is that everyone who comes to the temple feels profoundly welcome; as a result, our assignment is to be a window on Christ's love to all we encounter. Pr. Condie shared the remarkable insight that it’s a huge deal to enter the temple. Attending regularly brings great blessings. But we get the opportunity to functionally live in the temple. Out of this world.
The Dworczyk family were our first Nauvoo kin visitors. We're in a wagon that goes around the Nauvoo countryside to give teamster missionaries a venue for telling stories about stunning people who lived here in the 1840s. Plan on the ride when you come.We’ll continue to share thoughts and pictures here. We’d love to share conversation with you here.
