I was not in my best frame of mind this past Sunday at church, as evidenced by the following:Sunday School teacher, to class: "Can anyone tell me how President Hinckley used to close every General Conference meeting?"Me, whispering: "Early."I thought I was whispering, but my whisper might be louder than I think it is. Only whatever. I had a baby butt trying to fight its way out of my side. The teacher was making a point about optimism, and how President Hinckley was not a doom & gloom kind of a guy and so we should follow his example by focusing on the wonderful things we have and which are yet to come. He's absolutely right.But then, so was I.Have decided that it's unfortunate moving into a new ward at the end of a pregnancy. Because then that's all anyone really knows about you. "Oh,...
