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

Tuesday, May 27, 2003

Well, another nice holiday weekend gone by the boards. This morning as I was saying bye-bye, John pointed at Mommy and said "Mommy", and then pointed at me and said "Daddy bigger".

Hanna is so funny when she sees us getting ready to go outside. She'll immediately run to get her shoes and bring them over to me to put on her. She doesn't want to be left out of anything. Yesterday she had taken off her socks, and when she brought her shoes, I said go get your socks, they're over there, and by gum she went over and got her socks and brought them to me.

Last summer Rhonda had gotten this ride and run little 3-wheeled cart. The kids sit in it, and you can push, or it has a kit for hooking up to a bike as a trailer. So, yesterday I got it hooked up to my bike and took the kids on a couple of rides. They seemed to like it, although John always wants to stop by the park.

Mom and Dad will be stopping in the airport for a layover on their way back from NC. So, we'll probably bring the kids down and meet them in the airport for a little visit.

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