There are a few important milestone birthdays in anyone’s life. You know, first birthday, turning sixteen, turning eighteen—and for Mormons specifically, turning eight or twelve.
But the most important birthday of all, the one that gives rise to the greatest and most wonderful celebration? The one I get to experience this week—when the youngest child in the family
finally turns eighteen months old, and her parents
finally get to actually participate in their church meetings.
It’s been a long time coming.