The smell of fun

He didn't catch anything this particular evening, but neither did anybody else. I don't think that the shore suits this wild one. He has slept in a hurricane. He is as cool as a cucumber when everyone around him is losing their head. I love this about him. It's a perk of being the fisherman's wife. He got a lead on a boat last night. It sounds like it's the one right up our alley. In other words, affordable. I hope the boat turns out to be the "one" that he's been dreaming over and fawning over for months and years. He wants a boat for himself and for us and I want what he wants. I want that dream, too. In my romantic, idealistic thoughts I picture the five of us on the water (perfectly calm, of course) with our poles all in a row. What an image. Dad and son and daughter and daughter and mom all catching the fish and squealing and having a great time. O, I hope this dream is within reach.