General Conference

Twice a year (in April and October) we spend a weekend glued to the TV to watch leaders from our church speak in a worldwide conference that is broadcast from Salt Lake City. We started a tradition last year of setting up our own little tent city in our bedroom the night before the conference begins, based on a story in the Book of Mormon about a righteous king who was to speak to his people. There were so many that came to hear the king speak, they camped out in tents.  So we pitch our (two) tents and let Isabella spend the night in our room. (Matthew has to sleep in his crib--otherwise no one would sleep.) We wake up Saturday morning, listen to the MoTab choir and have a yummy breakfast in our tents.  It's lovely, and relaxing, and uplifting. And super hard to stay focused for 8 hours over conference weekend with two small children who constantly need food or diaper changes or entertainment. But we try our best.

 1 And it came to pass that after Mosiah had done as his father had commanded him, and had made a proclamation throughout all the land, that the people gathered themselves together throughout all the land, that they might go up to the temple to hear the words which king Benjamin should speak unto them.

 2 And there were a great number, even so many that they did not number them; for they had multiplied exceedingly and waxed great in the land.

 5 And it came to pass that when they came up to the temple, they pitched their tents round about, every man according to his family, consisting of his wife, and his sons, and his daughters, and their sons, and their daughters, from the eldest down to the youngest, every family being separate one from another.

 6 And they pitched their tents round about the temple, every man having his tent with the door thereof towards the temple, that thereby they might remain in their tents and hear the words which king Benjamin should speak unto them;

Mosiah 2: 1-2, 5-6, Book of Mormon