



I wanted to share a little story that taught me a very important lesson:
So... Derek took Easton and I fishing to hopefully catch a 40 lb salmon... (I might as well tell you now that this story doesn't end with us catching a salmon). So here we are one happy family. The sun is shining and we have this really strange day where the weather is like 80 degrees in October. Derek is casting and I am reading on a blanket. After about a hundred times telling Easton to stay away from the edge of the river I finally decided to get off the blanket where I was thoroughly enjoying my book and stay right by him. I was picking up a cool stick to show him when I heard the splash and then total silence that was shortly broken by be screaming "Honey, Honey!!!" I looked at Derek and he looked in the river and then jumped in. Luckily Easton didn't fall to deep or far and Derek was able to pull him out. It was so scary. not so much the part of him actually falling because the river wansn't that deep and raging and Easton was scared, but fine. Scary in the sense that all the times I have been frustrated at him and annoyed at him came rushing into my mind and all of the sudden I think I realized just how much he means to me and that I need to be a more loving and gentle mom. I need to focus on the good in him and stop nagging so much. I just looked at my boys soaking wet and had the most overwhelming feeling of love for them both. I am so lucky to love them and have love and I found new appreciation for my life in that moment.
We stripped Easton down to his undies and hung his clothes on a tree. It was pretty funny. Our only 40 pound catch spent the rest of the afternoon fishing in his football underwear and red rubber boots.






