Once upon a time there was a girl who lived an idyllic childhood.  She grew up on a farm that had animals, an orchard, a garden, and wide fields to play in.  They lived beside the woods, and under a big mountain.  She had nine brothers and sisters.  She had plenty to do, and plenty of siblings with whom to do it.

Their parents loved one another, were kind, and never once fought.  They took their children to church every Sunday, carefully taught and trained them, and read books to them each evening.  Life was perfect.

The girl grew up, left home, went to college, met a man, and married in the temple.  Soon she was the mother of eight bright and happy children.  She might have been supremely happy, but somewhere along the way her husband took a wrong turn.  She worked hard to please him and to make him happy, but could not.  He abandoned them, and left his wife and children with nothing.

There was a divorce.  Life was very, very hard, but the girl didn't allow herself to murmur or complain.  (This is key to how the story ends).

With the financial help of her siblings and parents, the girl was able to return to her birthplace, to live in another house by the woods and under the mountain, and to go back to college.  She worked incredibly hard, never complained, earned bachelor's and master's degrees, got a job teaching school, and was successfully supporting her large family.

She met a man who was worthy and good, who loved her and her eight children, and who asked her to marry him.  He loved her so much that he gave up a job where he was respected and well-paid so that he could allow her to continue living in her home by the woods.  His training and skills enabled him to obtain a good, new job nearby.  He became a loving father to his stepchildren, and actively helped his wife mold them into stellar examples of what young people ought to be.

Knowing that his wife's best efforts and strength should be spent on her own children, he made it possible for her to quit her job as a school teacher and to be a full-time, stay-at-home mother.

One by one the children left home, served missions, married in the temple, got educations, and turned the girl into a grandmother.  She was amazed at the quality of her in-law children, and astounded about her grandchildren.

Her hard-working and loving husband got a promotion and a raise at work.  She worked hard in her garden, and it produced bountifully.  She was living in the little, now-mortgage-free house by the woods that she loved.  Life was again perfect.

She regularly walked down the lane to visit her elderly parents.  She was very attentive to them.  So was her husband.  He kept their driveway plowed clear of snow, and did whatever else he could find to do to help them.

They felt loved and appreciated.  They had worked hard for, and had diligently prayed for, this girl through all of her difficulties.  They were amazed at, and proud of, her refusal to ever murmur or complain about those difficulties.  They were supremely proud of her amazing and righteous posterity.

They were rewarded for their lifetime of efforts when she told them, "If I was rich, I'd be trying to buy the life I have now."

The story could end there, but it doesn't.  The sequel is yet to come, and things will get better.  The girl will still have difficulties, but she won't complain.  And one day she will say, "How did I ever think I was happy?  I might have been happy then, but this is joy."