Easter Weekend 2013
There is something exciting about going fishing with the "boys" and coming out catching as a girl the first, biggest and most fish of the trip. Granted I only caught 3 but somehow that is what made my day! It takes me back to my childhood where my Papa and I would bet with my mom and dad who could catch the first and biggest- 25 or 50 cents is what we bet, and he always paid me but never took my money! It has been 20 years since my Papa passed away, but somehow I can still feel his presence, see his smile and warmth when I close my eyes and go back to those "good ole" fishing days!
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