Fishermen

The morning after my birthday, Dan and Hudson woke up super early to go fishing. I'd never known Dan to fish, but he said he had great memories of fishing with his dad as a kid and wanted to take H. So off they went at 4:30 am.

Nothing about leaving the house at 4:30 am in the cold morning, to go sit on a boat and catch slimy, stinky fish sounded appealing to me, but Hudson LOVED it. So then of course I loved it for him. 

 And for the rest of the summer, Dan and H fished just about once a week.  I wish I liked fish.

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