Summer Fishing

Rollins especially loves to fish and I love that he loves to fish. A fishing morning is always a good one. Rolls and Braden sat on the porch for an hour getting the poles ready...talking and laughing the whole time about everything and nothing. Just being friends...just being boys.

A simple task and good conversation is a beautiful thing.

Today we fished outside of the neighborhood..it's always fun to try a new fishing hole. Being outside with new trees and flowers to admire...new rocks to sit on...new paths to take.

yes....changing it up is a beautiful thing.

 They do it all...they ready the poles, bait the hooks, and help each other out. You hold my pole....I'll hold yours. You bait my hook...I'll bait yours. Because knowing you can get by with a little help from your friends ....that also is a beautiful thing.

Today Braden was the lucky one..he caught the biggest and the most fish..and was all smiles!And knowing some days you are just going to be the lucky one...well....that, my friend, is a beautiful thing.

 Rollins...on the other hand...had a rough time...bait kept coming off....his line broke a few time....once it even got caught under a log......but he kept trying.....even though his patience was wearing thin.....

he kept casting that line......

He kept waiting for that nibble...for that bob of the pole....

and finally...after too many casts to count....

he caught one!

 yes...patience...and believing that if you try one more time....and having the courage to hope...is a beautiful thing too.

 We certainly had a beautiful morning fishing! Can't wait to do it again!