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, November 12, 2005

Another milestone

Last night we took down John's bed, and put up some bunk beds in his room. That's the bed he's had since the first night we brought him home. First as a crib, then converted into a toddler bed.

He long since ceased to be a toddler, but was finally outgrowing the bed, so Rhonda got these big bunk beds from someone she knows.

John is sensitive to transitions and changes, so he cried a bit when his bed was gone. But, after spending a night in the new bed, he likes it.

Naturally, Hanna wondered when she was going to get her "bunker beds".

2 Comments:

  • At Mon Nov 14, 07:17:00 AM, Paul said…

    Bunker beds: where Hitler and his cronies slept in the days before their respective ends.

    Thank you, and good night.

     
  • At Mon Nov 14, 11:06:00 AM, Jeff said…

    Heh. The same thought occurred to me.

    (I suspect she settled on the word because we went to Bunker Beach so often over the summer.)

     

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