On the sweetness of Mormon life.

You split wood while your children steady the logs and gather the last tomatoes that survived the frost. Your little son “helps” with his plastic axe. You are wearing overalls unironically.

Your wife is inside nuzzled with your newest baby by the fire. She has nothing else she needs to do. The Relief Society cleaned the house while you were in the hospital. The Relief Society is bringing dinner.

Your dad pulls up on his bike. He has come to collect his granddaughters, to pick and shell pecans for the cake at your sister’s family birthday party tomorrow.

This is the way to spend a Saturday.