“We wouldn’t know sweet if it weren’t for sour,” Grandma Pearl had once told me. “Wouldn’t know the answers without any questions, nor God’s saving hand without something to be saved out of.” Such is life. A parade of opposites. A jumble of trials, punctuated by moments of the purest bliss. Love and conflict. Laughter and sweat and tears. We saw so much of it all, bringing up little Worthams. And Hammonds. And it was good. I wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”