Lisa, Duncan and the kids stopped by on their way back to Houston and had a nice lunch with us at the local coffee shop.
It was raining today and the local streams had turned into rivers. So we took a short walk up the hill to get a good view.
You know, before I had Gus, I would have thought nothing of the kids running along the slippery path and sheer rock cliffs that plummeted down to the rough brown raging waters.
But this time I could hardly breathe at times out of fear which I found turned into a shrill nagging.
So I periodically pelted them with snowballs to make up for it.
Who is that “I’m a lumberjack and I’m OK” character with the baby on his back?? I think your husband is now officially an Oregonian.
I was thinking the same thing.
On fearing for the safety of children: when I begin to worry too much, I recall the things we did as kids and take note that we all survived and then breathe a little more easily. But then, I think about the 60s and ….