Peace Like A River


It was a wide river, mistakable for a lake or even an ocean unless you'd been wading and knew its current. Somehow I'd crossed it... Now I saw the stream regrouped below, flowing on through what might've been vineyards, pastures, orhards... It flowed between and alongside the rivers of people; from here it was no more than a silver wire winding toward the city. - Leif Enger, Peace Like A River

Monday, February 10, 2003

Another chilly night, and will be chilly again today. How can Alaska be warmer than here?

When I dropped John off this morning, Sue said "How are you?" and John said "go play". Hmm, I can tell what he wanted to do!

We had nursery duty last night, and on the way home, we stopped at MacDonalds so John could play in the big tubey climbing thing they have there for kids. John just loves it. If we even drive by MacDonalds, he'll say "Donald!" and point, cuz he wants to go in. He's gotten quite good at climbing. He didn't use to be able to get all the way to the top, but now he can with ease.

It seems like in the last few weeks, or even days, John has been expressing more and more complicated thoughts, and stringing more words together. It's like watching his mind develop before our very eyes.

No word on adoption plans. It looks like all the fun in Iraq will start about the time we want to travel. Yay.

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