gone fishing

This past weekend we traveled to Roaring River State Park for the annual family fishing trip. I'm not kidding when I say we look forward to it all year. We calculated that this was my sixth year to go. It seems like yesterday I was going as the nervous new girlfriend. I'll never forget how warmly Dan's family embraced me. And it didn't hurt that I caught the biggest fish that year. Who would have thought you could catch a lunker on a Tweety Bird button pole? My Grandpa Hank would have been so proud! You'd think I'd be a bit prideful but every year since then, the trout have bested me and I've walked away empty handed. It's proof that my lunker had nothing whatsoever to do with my fishing ability!

Most of Danny's family was there and it was their first chance to see Baby Girl in person. We spent the weekend fishing, eating, playing games and of course Pass the Reese. She was in heaven...and now that we're back at home she's wondering why she isn't held all the time. :)