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, September 05, 2003

Oh yeah, was going to say that at the farm, John slept in a little twin bed, in the "little boys" room. So, in other words, a bed with no sides like a crib. Hence, John would often get out of bed, but he was so cute about it. We'd hear a noise, then a pad-pad-pad-pad down the hallway. Either Rhonda or I would go in and lie down with him till he fell asleep, and then he slept all night there.

In the morning, he'd get up and come walking into our room with this cute big grin on his face. It was so sweet.

So, don't know if we're ready yet to have him in the toddler bed at home.

Hanna slept in a playpen thing in our room, and she slept very well too.

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