On the sweetness of Mormon life.

You scramble to ready the children (and catch the dog) so your wife can go to ward council.

Your daughter is in charge of music for the service. She picks one of the old stout hymns, For the Strength of the Hills, and conducts like she is having the time of her life.

Your little son gives a talk in Primary (Sunday School for children) on “come, follow Me.” He is very earnest.

You tell your wife that you are available if she needs you to sub. (She is the Primary President). During the talk, she comes and rests her head on your shoulders.

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