It’s the Little Things…
Last night my husband was saying that he just hadn’t gotten out fishing enough lately.
I reminded him that we’ve had lots of rain, hail, sleet, and last week even snow.
He said, “Yeah, well that wouldn’t have stopped Sandy!” Sandy was his favorite fishing buddy who passed away a couple months ago at age 92. Sandy had been a commercial fisherman and over time he taught my DH all about the lagoons up here – where to go, how to fish them, what was biting when.
Tom was already a good fisherman – he’s been fishing with his big brother since he was old enough to ride his bicycle down to the reservoir as a kid. And until I met him, I had never met anyone who was so passionate about fish as he is – not even my Dad, who also loved spending hours on the lake.
So today, after dealing with an unpleasant task, Tom was watching one of the football games when he got this call from our friend Mark – Sandy’s son. Mark was calling from one of the lagoons (don’t you just love cellphones), asking Tom to come out and share the boat with him.
Well, no coercion needed there! Tom was out the door in about 10 minutes. Even though it was late in the day, the sun was out, and when my guy gets back, he’ll be in such a great mood! Maybe we’ll even have fish for dinner.
And all because he asked for what he wanted. It’s really that simple. Ask and it is given. Especially when we don’t get in our own way.