sean- unabashedly creative sadie- inquisitive and fascinated by life cailee- confident at her core kinsey- welcoming, always joel- brilliant and rational signey- smiles when she is happy, cries when she isn’t
He thought his happiness was complete when, as he meandered aimlessly along, suddenly he stood by the edge of a full-fed river. Never in his life had he seen a river before—this sleek, sinous, full-bodied animal, chasing and chuckling, gripping things with a gurgle and leaving them with a laugh, to fling itself on fresh playmates that shook themselves free, and were caught and held again. All was a shake and a-shiver—glints and gleams and sparkles, rustle and swirl, chatter and bubble. The Mole was bewitched, entranced, fascinated. By the side of the river he trotted as one trots, when very small, by the side of a man who holds one spellbound by exciting stories; and when tired at last, he sat on the bank, while the river still chattered on to him, a babblingn porcession of the best stories in the world, sent from the heart of the heart to be told at last to the insatiable sea…
"Nice? it’s the only thing,” said the Wate Rat solemnly, as he leant forward for his stroke. “Belive me, my young friend, there is nothing—absolutely nothing—half so much worth doing as simply messing about in boats. Simply Messing,” He went on dreamily.
I couldn’t grasp it. I forced myself to look at the bird. Everything alive would one day be as still as that bird? “Why?” I asked. “That’s the way the Ribbono Shel Olom made His world, Asher.” “Why?” ” So life would be precious, Asher. Something that is your forever is never precious.”