Gone fishin’.

While I’d be the first person to tell you that Christmas isn’t all about the gifts, you could not have fully convinced me of that as a child.  All little Square Piece wanted was a fishing pole.

I’m not exactly sure how many Christmases and birthdays it took to fully convince everyone, but eventually my fishing pole dream came true.  It’s been years and years since I’ve hit the water, but perhaps this son of mine might like to dabble in the sport down the road.

Do you remember any special childhood hopes that you had?  Were there any Christmases that just blew your mind?  I’d love for you to share.

Square Piece is going to be taking a break for the next few days to spend time with the fam.  Our usual shenanigans shall resume after we’ve gotten topped off with mushy-gushy quality time trekking through Virginia.

May your days be merry and bright, full of the wonder of a big, big Love.

And we’d sure appreciate your prayers as this is our first Christmas without Charley.



  1. December 24, 2013

    Mushy-gushy-Squishy … even little Bennie-Boo understands the tears in Grandma’s eyes are okay. Indeed, everything is and will be okay … God is with us … Emmanuel. Merry Christmas!

  2. One of my favorite memories of Christmas is my grandfather buying me a fishing rod and subsequently taking me fishing. I will be thinking of that this year as I spend my first Christmas without him.

    God bless you and your family as you enter this season.

  3. December 24, 2013
    Great Aunt Ethelyn

    We lived in Mobile when I was 2 to 11 years old. We would return to Kilbourne to be with family some of those Christmases. My father’s father-we called him Pa Finch–never owned a vehicle. He would walk into town (about 2 1/2 miles one way) to visit friends and shop. Never much on showing affection, one Christmas he returned from town with a fresh coconut and a gigantic peppermint stick. Let me tell you, it is like boiled peanuts, you either like it or you don’t. But I lover boiled peanuts and I love fresh coconut eaten with a bite of peppermint candy. Pa Finch cracked the coconut and hulled out the “meat” for us. I have shared this story with my family for years. Several years ago, my precious husband put a fresh coconut and peppermint candy in my stocking. Both of those Christmases are some of my favorite.

  4. December 24, 2013

    I went fishing with my dad and so many wonderful memories come to mind when I think of those times.
    You jogged the brain cells!

    Have a happy, healthy, peace-filled, wonderful holiday. Big hugs from me.

    I don’t think I ever met a Christmas I didn’t love.


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