I went fishing on my honeymoon. Even caught the biggest fish!
Or maybe my new husband just let me think I did.
Fourteen and a half years later, I went fishing on Mother’s Day yesterday.
Let me rephrase that.
I let the six children who came in that fourteen year interval, do the fishing for me. All except for Mr. Fat Squishy . . . he and I ate the chocolate brownies.
My main priority was to hold down the lawn chair. I took my job very seriously and soon discovered it was quite a dangerous career.
When fishing with several Littles, one must be constantly on their guard!
As a Mother’s Day gift to me, I almost received a worm in the ear, a lure in the nose, and seaweed in my lap.
I survived, nonetheless. And basked in the beautiful mountains, crystalline lake, and brilliant sunshine!
Although I did not bask in the slimy worms.
I told the boys that’s why I had boys – to take care of my worms for me!
I hope your Mother’s Day was as sweet as mine – as sweet as the children God has blessed you with!
Happy Mother’s Day!