Fishing In The Roanoke River

Few things does the toddler enjoy like fishing with his Daddy.

He loves it.

So today, in the crisp, autumn weather, the hubbs and my sweet toddler went fishing.

They picked a spot they'd never picked before, and I knew what was going to happen.

It was just shallow enough. . . 

They waded, barefoot, out into the middle of the river. (Did I mention it's October in Virginia!?)

They.were.freezing.

But, the toddler ate up every second of it. He worships the ground his Daddy walks on. It made my heart swell with gratitude--gratitude for a husband who takes time out of his crazy busy schedule to have adventures with his son, and gratitude for my Heavenly Father, who has blessed me beyond belief with three wonderful guys.

The toddler wanted to catch a fish so badly. He told me, "I'm gunna' catch a fish, and we're gunna' have fish sticks for dinner!" Ha!

Everyone who walked by smiled and laughed to see the two of them out there in the middle of the water. The baby and I went back and forth, back and forth with the stroller, enjoying the fall weather, the sound of the River, and a hot, delicious caramel latte (that was just me--not the baby). :)

In case you were wondering, we did not have fish sticks for dinner.