Interesting that opening day of catch and release bass season revealed that our family has entered a new season of life.
For the first time, I was able to take my boys fishing and that's what we ended up doing...the whole time. Not changing lures every three casts (as is typical for a young boy who's not catching a bass every cast), not whining and complaining and acting just like every other three year old. Just fishing.
On this day, we fished...and talked...and laughed...and played. On this day we were just a dad and his boys enjoying what we all love to do...together.
I think I'm going to like this new season.
Click here to catch a glimpse: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vio3L7YSiZQ
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One of my greatest fears is that I will, little by little, begin to forget the series of seemingly insignificant events of my boys' early years. Perhaps I fear this because I know that these years are THE most formative. On second thought, it's not so much that I fear forgetting but I fear that there will come a day when I do not know my own children. Perhaps my hope is that if I pay attention now...I will know them better then, and in turn, they will know me.
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