I am a sluffer!

I did NOT feel like going to school today because I had the worst headache EVA!!!! And I still kind of do...
But anyways, last night was so beautiful.
Right after school, I came home and changed my shoes and grabbed my coat with Zac and Mom came and picked up and we picked Isaac up from school and we went to the Trax Station. I sat by some creepy old man that smelled like smoke WWWAAAYYYY bad. AHHHH!!! But anyways, we got off at Temple Square and went to the confrence center. We waited in line outside in the bitter cold for about a half hour. I was trying to think of Newport Harbor. Newport Harbor. Awww I miss it.
Then since I had my adorable Chanel bag, we had to wait longer because they had to search it and x-ray it and stuff.
Then we waited in ANOTHER line. After that, they made us sit down in the confrence center in sections. We waited for about 1 hour and I luckily brought my book, "New Moon." And then I got sick of reading it and lied on Zac's shoulder and I fell asleep! Haha! Then my dad nudged me and said, "We're going!!!" Then I stood straight up and followed the line in front of me. There was easily 1,000-2,000 people there. We walked into a hallway and I saw a whole bunch of flowers with pretty bows. I saw something not everyone on the world gets to see. I saw the casket. The casket that was holding my beloved prophet in it, I cried. I saw my prophet dressed in white and I immidiately knew that we was with Heavenly Father and sweet Majorie. Everything stood still for the minute I stood there looking at the man that did so much for the world. I was looking at a miracle in a casket. I thought to myself, "...Not everyone in the world can just ride the train downtown and see their prophet's viewing.." It made me feel like I was one lucky girl.
After I stared at him with my teary eyes, we walked out of the quiet room and went back into the 2nd level of the confrence center. We looked at pictures of him and lots of flowers from his family. Then we left and rode Trax back home and got dinner at Wendys! and came home and watched my new favorite movie, "The Devil Wears Prada."
It was a moment I will never forget. Ever. I hope to tell my children about this. I have only seen Gordon B. Hinckley twice in person. I saw him in a parade when I was 9, and then last night.
Well I am out!
Sincerly,
Ericka :]