Yesterday, at my nephew’s prompting, I filled a boat with 3 children and fishing gear, and headed out to the deepest spot on our pond. “We’ve never got our own pole before,” my youngest squeeled with glee. “Dad, what happens when we catch a fish?”
Within 20 minutes we had our first rainbow, and with it an encounter so filled with enjoyment it couldn’t be contained within my daughter, burst from her smile, her hands waving with delight as she lightly pet the top of its head. My youngest followed with two more beautiful rainbows, caught on a broken pole I should have thrown out years ago. Perfect for a 4 year old fisherwoman.
I can’t even describe the joy, theirs or mine.