Papa and I went fishing yesterday. Actually my dad went fishing-i just posed with all the fish he caught). It was lovely, a day in the lake waiting for innocent fish to bite the rigged worm. I was hoping it would get hot out so that i could jump into the lake but the weather was breezy. No such luck.
When I was little, i asked my dad why he didnt go to church and he said that nature was his church. I didnt understand that until much later but it makes sense now.
2 comments:
but words are pretty too . . . like you!
you are sweetness on a stick. how cute you and pops!
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