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, January 12, 2004

Oh yeah, another first of sorts for Hanna. I was carrying her upstairs yesterday, and there's a portrait of John and Hanna hanging there along the wall. I usually point at it and say "Who's that?" And Hanna usually always says "John". Well, yesterday she said "Hanna!", which is the first time I've heard her say something like that. Like I said, she usually says John, like she's in tune with him, but maybe she's becoming more aware of herself as Hanna now.

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