our favorite

I hate to admit it, but watching Tyboy trudge through 3 feet of mud with a slimy, dead fish in his hands is kind of, well...attractive.

Something about watching him do his favorite thing in the world just makes a wife happy. He has been working so very hard for our little family and I enjoyed every second fishing with him sitting on our picnic blanket watching him do his thing.

And my favorite? He hates to keep the fish. One, because he knows I don't like to cook them OR have them stinking up our freezer. Two, because he's a compassionate guy like that, just in it for the pleasure of a day spent on the bank

My "prize" from North Dakota was a brand new pink fishing pole. It has a push button and a fancy little grip on the rod, too.I was a trooper and cast it probably 40 times before giving up. (Believe me, that's an improvement from last year.)

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Something about life's little pleasures. Just makes you happy to slow down a bit and spend some quality time with good ol' Mother Nature.