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

Thursday, February 20, 2003

This morning as I was putting John into the car to take him over to Sue's he said "Daddy?" I said "yes, John?" and he said "I love Daddy". Awwwww. Sniff.

I took him to church last night to make the exchange. (I take him and stay for practice, and Rhonda goes home with him.) He likes the chance to play in the nursery a bit, and does not like having to go back home right away at all.

Our garage door opener seemed to go on the fritz yesterday. It opens fine, but when we push the button to close it, it blinks and reverses. The blinking usually means the obstruction sensor. So either it is out of alignment, or something is wrong with it. Anyone ever have that trouble and know how to fix it? If we push the button on the wall unit and hold it, the door will go down. But obviously it's a pain to have to get out of the car and close the door that way and go back out through the front door.

Rhonda and Deb thought that maybe one reason Snezhana was rather unhappy during the filming was that perhaps a man was doing the filming. (Deb asked if we noticed that she kept trying to head for the door.) That's not uncommon, for those kids to shy away from men, as they don't get to see men very often. (So I was always thankful that John took to me right away.) The first boy we saw in Astrakhan, Elias, cried when I held him, but was fine with Rhonda. Another couple we drove to the airport with in Moscow when we headed home with John, they had a girl, and she didn't want to be held by the dad at all, but was fine with mom. So, if that's how she is, will just take some time for her to get used to me.

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