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, July 21, 2003

Yesterday started out kinda crummy, but by the afternoon had warmed up, and the sun was up. So, after everybody napped, we quick loaded up the van and headed over to the beach. Rhonda's dad, Brenda and Cody are here this week (to watch the kids since Sue is on vacation), so they came to.

When we first got there, John and I went to the water first. We went, and John walked a ways out with me, but headed off away from me. He must have hit a low spot cuz he went under and couldn't get his head above water. I was just a couple steps away, but I think it scared him, as he started crying. (Scared me too even though I was right there.) After that, he didn't seem to want to play in the lake as much. He played with a little water toy that is set up there, or went to the playground. I wonder if he got lake water in his eyes as his eyes were a bit red and puffy, like an allergy or stink or something. He might have got sand in there too.

Hanna played in the sand a lot. She was loving it.

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