On the sweetness of Mormon life.

This Sunday I renewed my membership in the brotherhood of the hallway church.

Stake Conference is two hours of metal folding chairs and sermons. My little son did pretty well, but about halfway through I judged the slog had got to him. I took him out to stomp off some energy walking in the halls.

That’s where all the other parents of young children were too. I don’t know some of them. But for a few minutes, back and forth, we felt like very good friends.