My husband loves to fish. Like loves to fish.
When we first started dating, we spent a lot of time fishing in ponds because I wanted to show him what a cool girl I was. And I also just loved seeing him so happy and in his element.
(I think we had maybe been together for two or three years? I was so darned proud of this fish...)
But as the years have gone by (almost TEN - holy cow!), I've basically stopped going with him. I've told myself it's because it's the way he and his dad spend time together, and I didn't want to ruin that. But mostly, y'all? I just didn't want to go. :)
So I'm making more of an effort to share this thing with him. Because I can't even tell you how happy it makes him when I tag along.
So this weekend, we went out on the lake TWICE! And it feels like God was trying to reward me for being such a dutiful, little wife, because they caught the biggest fish (and that's the plural fish) I've ever seen.
(Micah's dad - holy cow, I just adore this man!)
And maybe I did do a whole lot of this...
(Oh, Kindle, how I heart thee...)
And I captured a lot of pictures like this...
But I also reeled in a couple, myself (I've still got it, apparently), and I think I made a very good fishing assistant (even if I did backlash the line a time or two... oops).
So here's to me spending a little more time out on the water with the one I love. Because, really, who couldn't use a few more moments like these? :)