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

Saturday, July 10, 2004

John is up, but Hanna is still napping. When everyone is up and about, we'll go to the lake later. It's warm enough and humid enough to enjoy the lake.

John and I are watching Peter Pan. He's getting into a stage where he constantly asks questions while watching, like "what is he doing?" "what's he saying?" etc...

We found a little Peter Pan figure that must have come in a fast food meal or something. John just loves playing with it.

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