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

Sunday, December 12, 2004

I took Hanna to her Christmas program tonight. She did really well. I taped it. She sang nice and loud. She did have one distraction, when she discovered the wooden part of the platform made nice hollow sounds when she jumped on it, but the teacher steered her back, and she was most cute.

We decided to keep John home. He was feeling pretty pressured about going, and we figured it would probably do more harm than good to make him go, so Rhonda stayed home with him, and I think it was the right decision. He felt much better and more relaxed. Those kinds of situations are hard for him, and it's best not to push him beyond where he's at right now, it only makes things worse for him.

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