I'm glad your body knows enough to knock you out when you need it. I'm glad that Buddy takes such amazing photos and that you share them with us. I'm glad that when you take a day off, the "family room" here at LFAA continues on with our conversations, be they the late night or early morning kind.
I'm glad your body knows enough to knock you out when you need it. I'm glad that Buddy takes such amazing photos and that you share them with us. I'm glad that when you take a day off, the "family room" here at LFAA continues on with our conversations, be they the late night or early morning kind.
I am a non-theist. My Dad was raised Methodist and never attended church as an adult. My Mom was raised Episcopal and as far as I know, the most religious thing that either of them did after their marriage was to have me baptized in the Episcopal church as an infant. They were moral, ethical people who did not need (and although they would love the phrase, although they never used it) an imaginary sky pilot to tell them how to behave in the world. I am sure they discussed how to bring up my sister and me, because Mom tried to find a church when I was in single digits (7? 8?). I asked her why (after a foray into a Unitarian Church) we were going to church, and while I do not recall the answer, she had written it in her diary as well. (I paraphrase here) "A asked me today 'Why are we going here? This is weird stuff.' When I told her about all the things that I hoped that a church could teach her, she said 'you and Dad do that already. These people don't know us.' Ed and I talked after the kids were in bed, and he simply said 'I guess we're doing it right. It doesn't matter much how.'"
Love that you characterize this as "the family room." We have lively, sometimes heated, discussions, but at the end of the day, know that we were heard and understood. A family indeed!
I'm glad your body knows enough to knock you out when you need it. I'm glad that Buddy takes such amazing photos and that you share them with us. I'm glad that when you take a day off, the "family room" here at LFAA continues on with our conversations, be they the late night or early morning kind.
I am a non-theist. My Dad was raised Methodist and never attended church as an adult. My Mom was raised Episcopal and as far as I know, the most religious thing that either of them did after their marriage was to have me baptized in the Episcopal church as an infant. They were moral, ethical people who did not need (and although they would love the phrase, although they never used it) an imaginary sky pilot to tell them how to behave in the world. I am sure they discussed how to bring up my sister and me, because Mom tried to find a church when I was in single digits (7? 8?). I asked her why (after a foray into a Unitarian Church) we were going to church, and while I do not recall the answer, she had written it in her diary as well. (I paraphrase here) "A asked me today 'Why are we going here? This is weird stuff.' When I told her about all the things that I hoped that a church could teach her, she said 'you and Dad do that already. These people don't know us.' Ed and I talked after the kids were in bed, and he simply said 'I guess we're doing it right. It doesn't matter much how.'"
Love that you characterize this as "the family room." We have lively, sometimes heated, discussions, but at the end of the day, know that we were heard and understood. A family indeed!