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, December 08, 2003

Last night when I was playing with John (I played quite a bit yesterday just John and I, seems like a long time since I'd had that much time with him) and I forget what we were talking about, but John said "Daddy and John are boys, Hanna and Mommy are girls", and I said "yes, and we're a family!" And when I said that he got this nice big smile on his face. He looked so sweet. Hard to say what his little mind was thinking.

Then, when I was putting him to bed we did that again, and he smiled again. Yes sweetie, you have a family now!

I'll always remember when we went to the orphanage to get him on our second trip, after our court hearing, it was the first time we'd seen him then after the court date, and they had him in a playpen by himself. There was business in the room, people going back and forth etc..., the other family and their twins were in there too, and John was just busy playing by himself with some little toy that was in the pen with him. I always think of that, how he no longer is just part of the scenery, having to entertain himself, etc... he's part of a family now!

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