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

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

Last night we went swimming at the Y. Hanna did something she hasn't done before, she stuck her whole face in the water, lots of times! Also, John asked for the first time to go down the water slide by himself. He's growing up, sniff. Alas, he's not tall enough yet to do so.

Hanna still likes to do her baby act. We brought a playpen up from downstairs so she could put her dollies in, but she likes to get in and act like a baby, i.e. lay down and kinda kick and squirm and coo. When we say grace at mealtime, lately she'll say prayers like a baby. She'll kinda babble in babytalk and then say "Amen". It's funny, I gotta keep from bursting out laughing.

Still very little snow here, and odd year. It hardly makes up for our ridiculously cold August though. Temps are mild now, yes, but we can hardly go to the lake. (Which John asks about from time to time. I gotta say no, you don't really want to go to the lake right now, trust me.)

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