There is nothing better than fishing with Grandpa. It’s a time to learn important things about being a kid. It’s a time to learn that your grandpa was once a kid. It’s a time when coming home dirty and smelly means you got the job done. It’s a time to laugh and love.
Photo credit: Melissa W. Sais
7 responses so far ↓
Amanda // June 13, 2009 at 6:42 pm |
This is a sweet blog! Love the picture.
Melissa Sais // June 13, 2009 at 9:12 pm |
Thanks. It was a great day!
Jennifer Fink // June 15, 2009 at 2:51 am |
Nothing better than fishing with Grandpa. Unless, of course, it’s riding machines with Grandpa. (How did my boys ever get so lucky as to have a Grandpa who owns construction equipment?) ‘Course, picking strawberries with Grandpa ranks pretty high up there too.
God bless Grandpas.
Melissa Sais // June 15, 2009 at 9:57 pm |
Amen.
Ann Witt // June 20, 2009 at 4:31 pm |
So Sweet to think of Grandpa Chris as a kid. It makes me want to cry.
Dave Montaño // June 25, 2009 at 1:39 pm |
As a granpa who takes his grandchildren fishing, there’s nothing more rewarding than the look on a grandchild’s face when they hook their first fish. Of course you might have to get it started for them because they were off chasing frogs along the edge of the lake. Thanks for reminding me that it’s time to organize the first fishing trip of the summer.
Melissa Sais // June 25, 2009 at 1:44 pm |
Thanks for reading and thanks for being a generous grandpa.