On the sweetness of Mormon life–
We came a few minutes late to our small ward and could hardly find a spot to squeeze in. The chapel was full of family from the funeral on Wednesday and for today’s two baby blessings.
Every man jack, it seemed like, got up for the second blessing. I started to think hard thoughts about ostentation and folks who couldn’t say no. But when the press at the stairs sorted out, I quelled those thoughts. Besides the father, the circle was made up of eleven brothers or brothers-in-law, two grandfathers, and one faithful hometeacher.
Bishop usually likes to get in on every blessing. This time he just stood to the side, grinning.