Isn't he great?

Last week, we went to Mirror Lake. Wait, have I already mentioned that? Chris and the kids went fishing. I do not fish because I do not like killing things. I do, however, enjoy eating things. Therein lies the great contradiction of my life. Usually when Chris takes the kids fishing, he goes alone. Or if we go to the lake, I leave and hike around the lake. This time, we agreed to have enough time in the mountains to fish and to hike all together, as a family. That's what we did.

My point here is that I sat watching the family fish. I do not help. I don't agree with the "sport." I was amazed as I watched Chris. He had all four kids hounding him for attention. They each needed their hooks baited; they needed to cast (sometimes with help, always with supervision); they needed help to know when to reel in, to re-bait, to re-cast; they needed to be told not to jump in the water, not to climb on the slippery rocks; the list goes on.

I did not help with the parenting. I sat in my chair admiring the plants, rocks, and pretty water. And then I turned my attention to admiring my husband. He was so patient. He never raised his voice, never appeared to be annoyed, agitated, or tired of his little friends. I was in awe. I wish I could describe it better, but as it turns out I can't. He's just pretty great.