Easter
This isn't the regular obligatory Easter posts with pastel pictures and happy moments. I'm not exactly the most religious person and I have never claimed to be. I hid eggs for Taylor to find and we went to my husband's family dinner. Nothing out of the ordinary, but I just kept thinking something was missing today. Then it hit me like a rock... this weekend was opening day of trout season, and I didn't even wet a hook or spend the first minute on a creek bank. I used to count down every year to this very weekend. It seems like a life time ago. I also miss my Dad and Grandpa so much on days like today. We would have spent the majority of this weekend catching trout and swapping fishing stories. Man... I miss the good old days of having a united family. We were dysfunctional with my father being an addict, but I miss both men. They would have had a fishing camp set up too. When Taylor gets big enough I will inst...