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

Friday, June 20, 2003

Lately John has been trying out different exclamations. Sometimes he'll say "Wonderful!", or if he eats something good he'll say "Delicious!" Ha. Where does he get these things.

He has a bit of a cold, and so do I. Mine isn't too bad, just a little annoying sore throat and a bit of a sniffle. How in the world did I catch a cold during the nicest weather we've had yet this year? Argh.

I took the kids for a bike ride last night and stopped by Palmer Park. On the way home from there John of course wanted to stop at London Park too. On the way there, I had looked back to check on Hanna a couple times, because she has this aggravating habit of taking off her shoes, and she still had them on, but when I got to the park they were gone. So, I had to retrace my route and they were on the street a ways back. Grrr. Keep your shoes on, girl!

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