Attached is another picture I came across (and posted in my “wonder years” album on fb, but didn’t tag anyone so not sure you’ll see it.) I think it was after a Mormon Night at Dodger Stadium – and judging by Ricky’s reaction, I’m guessing we lost. I don’t have Shannon’s e-mail (not shown on fb), so please forward.
FYI...
The Prosaic Marriage
Religious leaders, philosophers, and marriage researchers . . . each emphasize the importance of the prosaic but moral moments in our everyday lives. The philosophy of “prosaics,” created by contemporary literary critic Gary Saul Morson, “. . . Questions whether the most important events may not be the most ordinary and everyday ones. Cloaked in their very ordinariness, the prosaic events that truly shape our lives—escape our notice.” In other words, the big milestones of life, important as graduations and job promotions are, may cause us to overlook what Morson calls “the infinitely numerous and apparently inconsequential ordinary ones, which taken together, are far more effective and significant.” The prosaic marriage is one that fits our real, day-to-day lives. It’s not one that lives in a fantasy world where we must always be enchanted newlyweds rather than old friends; where Eden-like homes never need to be cleaned. The prosaic marriage is centered in the home and its normal, everyday routines. Hollywood may not find it alluring. But . . . marriages are filled with ordinary moments of grocery shopping, breakfast conversations, and bear hugs that sustain husbands and wives through the heavy burdens of child rearing, earning a living, illness, and life itself. Ironically, it is in the prosaic moment that marriage finds its ultimate meaning and thus becomes the “big deal” universally yearned for.
(The cross stitching reminds me of you Shan!) :)
You are Little Miss Energy, SuperWoman, SuperMom, and Friend to all who know you.
Here's the cake I made for Abby's 34th. We had a great weekend in downtown Denver, ALONE, thanks to Mom and Shannon. Thank you so much! Happy Birthday, Pip!
