Feels Like Home

Last Saturday, Tristan and I traveled to Provo to watch the BYU vs Wake Forest Basketball game. It was so fun to be there and watch the student section. If I closed my eyes I could imagine myself as a freshman, walking down all the steps onto the floor to meet my dad who was finishing the painting of the ceiling just before the Marriott Center opened. I remember later sitting with my roommates watching Kresmir Cosic running up and down the court with the basketball. It seems like it wasn't long ago at all that I was the student, not the parent of the students. Saturday night I sat in pretty much the same area of the Marriott Center where I sat (again with my roommates) when they dedicated the Provo Temple. I also sat in other seats for a Carpenter's concert. I have been there while President Kimball spoke to us about the importance of marriage. I have also been privileged to hear other prophets of God speak in this building. I have listened to Elder Dallin Oaks advise us when he was not yet an Apostle, but the president of BYU. I remember sitting in the seats in my graduation cap and gown. The Marriott Center holds about 23,000 people and almost that many great memories for me. It felt like returning home to be there and watch the game. I am so lucky that I was able to attend BYU.