When Jeremy and I first got married… or maybe we weren’t even married yet…. a billion years ago, he took a yearly fishing trip to the Everglades. It was always in May. And he always came home giddy from all the cuts and bruises on his fingers. He would excitedly tell me all about his adventures and the vast number of bass he had caught. Catching them so quickly and so often that it would tear up the skin on his hands.
I guess that’s what you call a “frenzy”.
After a while, he and the guys he would go with each year, got busy with work and family and somehow the trip got pushed off the calendar. But it was never far from his mind and he longed for the day he could return.
This past weekend he had work to do on the gulf side of Florida. He had spent the first part of the week working in Georgia and Alabama, so the kids and I were bummed to find out he had to leave again so soon. We decided to drive over and join him after school on Friday.
Little did I know that to get to the Gulf I would have to drive for over an hour along Alligator Alley in the Everglades, right past Jeremy’s favorite canals. On the way back home I decided to stop and show the kids where their Daddy used to fish. While we were there, I texted Jeremy this picture and asked, “Do you wish you would have brought your boat?” As if I didn’t know the answer.
