Every now and again, you just need to get out of the city, take off your pants (I guess that part mostly applies to Henry) and kick and splash in the local pond. Today was a win-win-win for all involved. Henry had plenty of room to run around without a care in the world (unlike all the other days when his burdens are very, very heavy.) Papa got to do a little of this: 
And I, well, I got to do a little of this:
It felt so good to be back on the horses again. Just like riding a bicycle, as they say. Or a horse. Whatever. Okay, I don’t even know who that person is. The sad thing? I’m not even jealous of her mad horse skills. It’s those arms. I want those arms…and her legs. You may as well have both. I mean if you are going to get the arms, you probably should get the legs, too.
"Hey, Chris"
I yell from about 10 yards behind him.
"Keep your eye on Hen…."
At which point I see Chris throw his fly rod into the air & dive into the lake. Henry. Well, his fish cookie dropped in and he fell in trying to get it. Cripes. He’s fine. He fell into this mossy area and I think all the green slimy stuff traumatized him more than anything else. It really creeped him out. The creepiest part for us was having our car smell like a mossy lake for the 1 hour drive home. Ironically the second I yelled to Chris to tell him to keep his eye on Henry, was when he fell in. I couldn’t even see him, didn’t even know he was at risk for falling in. I guess it’s not ironic, it was me yelling out the second I felt inspired to. We are feeling very, very lucky blessed (and a little stinky mossy) today.
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