The Man, my youngest, turned 15 yesterday. I think this next Saturday is when it will really hit me – when I take him to test for his learner’s permit to drive. Will he pass? Will HE be the one behind the wheel as we leave the DMV?
Will took him on a fishing trip the end of last week. Down to the gulf and out into the rolling waves.
After three Spanish Mackerels, one King Mackerel, one shark and much of the time laying down, The Man jumped into helping clean the boat, once all was on land, and as he did, had this to say to Will:
(The flip flop was not part of the catch{{smile}})
The Man: Thank you for taking us (a cousin had joined the crew)fishing, I had a great time.
Will: Glad you did, but sorry you felt so bad.
The Man: That’s ok, it just felt so good to be on the water…
I love him! Motion sick and yet still found the silver lining.
I hope that is a trait that never leaves him.