Fishing

The lake was covered in fog. We truly didn't know which way was back to shore. We were cold and wet. Poppy hadn't caught a fish yet this year. Joseph, Sarah and Thomas were all being so patient. I thought, "Well, this was a nice boat ride. At least they had some good bonding time with their Dad and Poppy."

Then...

My first-born son caught his first fish. (Actually, Poppy landed it for him. I haven't seen my Dad catch a fish with a Spiderman pole, or the like, in about 15 years.)

Yes, he touched it!!!!!!!!

And...My Girl...


I know, as her mother, I shouldn't be laughing. But look at her face! She was giggling and crying at the same time.

The fish is almost landed.

Joseph, who was an expert at this point, kept saying,"Get the net! Get the net! Sarah, you caught my favorite fish!"

That's it?!?!

Daddy was the hero, for sure.

Tom-Boo, pausing the chorus of the alphabet song to say "hello" to Sarah's fish.