A Wyoming lake, beautiful views, a few fishing poles, and some fresh air. This family craved a day along the shoreline, where all we have is each other and the afternoon to spend together. Throwing our lines into the water and being able to just let everything else go.
Out here the boys are just boys. They throw rocks, they bury their shoes in the sand, they wrestle and roll around in the dirt.
They climb to the top of a really big hill and explore the terrain.
They throw rocks in the water.
Or they just take a break and think about life.
The playing stops when there is a bite on the line. Then, there is no time to mess around. There is just the excitement of the fish and reeling it in.
I could not have captured Owen's excitement any better then this. This is the first glimpse of his fish.
And, as brothers they share their prize. Together they are so proud of themselves.
Nothing can replace this time we spend together on the water.
It brings us closer to each other and allows us to be ourselves. Out here we are truly filled with the peace and joy that God intended for our family.
This is where we the boys learn patience as they wait for the big one to bite their line. This is where Bryan and I remember to leave all our worries and troubles behind and just be together. This is where we come together as a family in this true passion we all claim as our own. Fishing.
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