On the sweetness of Mormon life.

You are fit to bust. Your nine-year old daughter is the first speaker at stake conference. She looks nervous seated on the stand. You catch her eye and make faces until all her tension dissipates into exasperation.

She starts with the First Vision, which she recites from memory. Then she glances briefly at you and smirks. You have bragged to her from time to time that you gave a talk in your ward about the First Vision when you were three. But you didn’t have it memorized–she is making sure Dad knows she’s put one up on him.

She then tells stories about answered prayers. They include when you lost your keys, and when you lost your glasses, and when you lost your job. You are embarrassed and proud, fit to bust.