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, November 17, 2003

It's raining here this morning. Wasn't raining at home, but on the drive in ran into rain just south of Blaine.

Last night when I was getting John into bed, he gave me a hug and said "you're a good friend." Awwww. Wonder if he got that from his sunday school class. The lessons are all about friends (David and Jonathan, etc...) and his papers are about a girl named Brenda and her friends.

John gave me another big hug when I dropped him off at Sue's, but he got down on his own this time. Didn't have to peel him away.

Both John and Hanna have sniffles and runny noses.

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