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, February 09, 2004

Yay, back at work again. Grr. Got some snow overnight. Will have to shovel yet again.

John was a little clingy this morning. Wanted me to hold him several times. Not sure what was bothering him.

Hanna was singing on the way to Sue's house. She was awake!

In the Splish Splash book Hanna likes, about a girl getting ready for a bath, there's a page where the girl is wriggling out of her pants, and Hanna always points at it and says "poopy diaper." Ha.

We had fun at nursery last night. It was just us again. John got out some railroad tracks and had fun putting them together and driving stuff around on them. Then, we were playing catch with some balls. They liked that.

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