Grandpa is a supreme fisherman. He loves to fish and has had some real successes lately - a 25 pounder, several in the 8-12 range, and lots of smaller ones. He loves to fish and my kids were really looking forward to learning to cast and reel and all of those other things that I really, um, do not enjoy.
I am not the outdoorsy person. I am way more at home in, say, a Sephora.
One of the first things that they did when we arrived was fish with cane poles, but they weren't successful - Gabe says that they may have caught one, but it wasn't very memorable, is the point there. Riley caught what had to be the world record for the smallest perch ever caught with a rod and reel the next day. They ran jug lines and fished from the bank and tried and tried - but no dice. They have plans to do something called jerk fishing? My dad knows all about the fishing, but the fish didn't get the part of the memo that told them to cooperate, already.
Last night, spirits were pretty low, is the point of the above.
While I was showering last night, I sent up some prayers. Please let them catch some fish. My son was disappointed, my dad was frustrated, and I just knew that if they could catch a good size fish, say, maybe 8-10 pounds -
spirits would improve.
When I woke up this morning - for the first time, at 4:24, gotta love insomnia - I prayed again. And again at 6:20. And at breakfast, I talked up the excitement of fishing, the reality that it doesn't always happen, and it's really about the experience of getting to try.
Please let them catch a fish.
I talked to my husband, who has a maddeningly successful prayer line that appears to go straight to the Big Guy. Whenever I need something, want something, or have a prayer intention, I pray and pray - but get very little result. My husband? Right away, every time. SO FRUSTRATING.
I'm going to ask God to let them catch THREE fish, my husband declared. One for the Father, one for the Son, and one for the Holy Spirit.
Being the skeptical one, I prayed along, just desperately hoping for one. Just one.
About 45 minutes later, my dad texted me from the boat. They'd caught a great big fish, and he was on his way back.
Turns out, they caught THREE fish. Two that were around 8 pounds, and one that weighed an impressive TWENTY THREE POUNDS.
You cannot buy memories like these.
Today's movie starts with an arm representation of "Just how big is that fish, anyway?", lessons and tales on how to clean, filet and gut a fish (euuuwwwww), and afternoon crafting time with nature.
Gabe loved every minute of every action today. It was AWESOME.