
It's 4 AM, and my husband has just nudged me awake. He is hopping around the room like a kid getting ready for Disney World while I, not quite the morning person, struggle to sit up. He is talking too much for 4 AM, turning on lights, opening and closing drawers, patting me on the back like a kid in the locker room. I offer a fake smile.
Fast forward a few minutes, and I have found my way to the makeup drawer where I put on my sunscreen, a little concealer, and lip gloss. I reach for my red Gap hat and silver hoop earrings, gather up a few essentials, and follow my husband to the truck where the boat is already hitched.
I am making his dreams come true, believe it or not. I hope I am awake enough to remember it. We drive and drive, and I fight to stay awake so I can join him in discussions about fish, life, coffee, and kids. Just as we drop the boat in the lake, the sun begins to cast a pink glow from behind the trees. The air is thick with flowery perfume, and the lake is like a sheet of glass. There is no sound, only the splash of water against the sides of the boat.
It is a happy morning. I have caught walleye, blue gill, Kentucky bass, and catfish, all before breakfast. We share some homemade Cranberry-Orange Scones and Jones soda- strawberry lime flavor. We fish until the sun beats hot on our backs, and we call it a day. Thank you, God, for this beautiful world You have made and for my husband, who is my best friend.