Gone Fishing

Last Saturday morning BJ showed up next to my bed fully dressed at 6:30 a.m.

"Daddy are we going fishing today?"

With my eyes half open and my mind still dazed, I knew that this must really mean something to him. (although he did have his shorts on backwards.)  Since I promised to take him a week ago, he had the date memorized and locked in.  This was going to be our first time going "real" fishing.  

I had found memories of my dad taking me fishing and the things I loved the most was not the fishing, but the conversation and the food we would bring.  Dad was famous for his crab-cakes and he would get my step-mother or grand-mother to prepare fried chicken or sandwiches.  For dessert I could bring anything I could afford at the candy store the previous night and I usually spent my money on ding dongs, moon pies or red shoe-strings.

BJ and I packed the car and got to the proposed watering spot and spent most of the morning leaning how to cast.  We didn't catch anything (I didn't allow him to cast with a hook), but I enjoyed the time spent and look forward to the future lessons learned. 

Spending quality time with your children can be so fulfilling, and makes the world's problems fade away.