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

Friday, December 17, 2004

John did so good in his preschool Christmas program last night. What a sweetie. He sang, behaved well, had fun with his drum in their Little Drummer Boy number. Rhonda dressed him up in his ring boy tux, and he as most handsome. His teacher tried a couple times to put him in the middle of the front row, so people could see his tux, but he had always practiced in the back row, next to Maya, the girl who lives next door, so he kept going back there. His teacher said that John said to Maya, "Maya, your dress is really red!"

I had to leave before John finished his last number, had a deacons mtg, sigh. They had cookies and treats afterwards. Rhonda got a picture of the kids with Santa there. You'll notice I put it on my main page. (I didn't have handy the software to remove the redeyes.)

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