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

Tuesday, May 04, 2004

Lately Hanna has been giving me a kiss when I leave the house, for work or whatever. She'll come up to me and say "kiss!" and I'll lean down and she'll give me a wet smacker on the cheek.

The kids had a bubble bath last night. Will try to call Dad again tonight to wish him Hoppy Boithday.

Supposed to get a little warmer around here throughout the week.

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