Thanksgiving
Day Two. This one began early when Josh
and Zak and I got up early and went fishing.
That’s what I remember doing back in those days of yesteryear when we
lived in Mansfield or Denver or even Houston and came home for the
holidays. So how could I say no when Zak
was determined to continue the tradition?
It was a pretty good day, too. We
didn’t catch a lot of fish, but what we did reel in was outstanding. Zak led us off with a speckled trout while
Josh played with his fly-casting rod and reel.
Then I caught a nice red fish.
And that’s when Zak began to feel concern for his poor Dad. On more than one occasion Zak asked Josh if
he was ready to give up the folly of his fresh-water fishing gear and do some
real fishing. Josh finally agreed, so I
handed him the rod I had just casted (Like
I would do for any of the little kids who want to catch a fishy) and went
to bait up another. Sure enough before I
could even get my line in the water, Josh had a fish on the hook. Nice one, too. Large black drum. Those were the only three we caught, but Zak
was convinced they weighed eight or ten pounds at least. Josh wanted to help him get a sense of how
much they really weighed, so when we got back to the house I pulled out my
scale. 4 pounds each on the red and drum
and a couple on the spec. Not huge in the
salt water scheme of things, but it will help him when he tries to estimate those
lake fish he catches in Waco.
After
an incredible lunch of turkey enchilada pie (no leftovers … sorry), we enlisted eight of our ten grandkids to
join us in an excursion. See, we
selected a family of five children from the Giving Tree at church. The ages ranged fairly closely to the ages of
our kiddos, so we asked for some help selected a toy or two for each of
them. Luke did a bang-up job as the selector
for the 3 year old boy. Cailyn and Noa
took the two girls in the family, and Jachin, Micah, Zak and Josiah helped out
with the other two boys. Chris and I
grabbed a basket and went with the four guys.
Josh took Luke. Nathan had the
girls. The boys we had knew exactly
where they wanted to go. Legos. Oh, and Nerf guns. And they were tossing everything they saw
into the basket. Chris finally got their
attention long enough to explain that they had to work together and actually
make a selection. They finally came through. Nathan said it was quite the different story
with the girls. They would make a
selection, then rethink it and return that toy in favor of another. Very meticulous and incredibly thoughtful
process. The difference between guys and
girls rears its obvious head yet again.
And I love it. Makes things way
more fun. Thanks, Vaughan kids, for all
your help.
Psalms
5:11 says, “But let all who take refuge
in you be glad; let them ever sing for joy.
Spread your protection over them, that those who love your name may
rejoice in you.”
Father,
thank you for the sweet hearts of our grandkids. Amen.
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