Fishing… hmmm… yeah… about that… I am not exactly a fisher woman. If for no other reason than the fact that you have to remain quiet. Or at least thats what my husband tells me. “Shh… The fish can hear you,” he always says. Between you and me, I’m not so sure it is the fish hearing me that he is concerned about. Me yapping at him for a few hours may have something to do with his need for quiet.
So, yeah… I wouldn’t say fishing is my thang. My husband on the other hand is a HUGE fisherman. Nearly ever place we have ever visited, he has managed to locate a few fishing spots. This means that… yep… we travel with loads of fly fishing equipment whether we are road tripping or flying abroad. I keep asking the Delta employees to “ accidentally lose” the fishing gear, but it just keeps showing up on the luggage carousels right next to his golf clubs.
So, thanks to Delta never loosing our luggage, every trip, we fish. Or rather, he fishes. I sit and practice my patience (full disclosure, patience isn’t one of my virtues). But, this is relationships right? A give and take of sorts. The “wedding vows” really need to be updated in my opinion. It is rarely a “better or worse” situation. Life isn’t always that extreme. It is really in the daily showing up and the little negotiations and compromises where relationships grow. It’s the small things, the almost “nothings” of life that add up to be big things I think.
Either way, we aren’t always perfect at it… marriage, I mean. It’s hard. It’s work. I don’t think enough people are honest about how challenging it is to join lives with another human. But, what works for us, is little afternoons like this… where our compromises align so that we are just doing something together, both showing up to have a little quality time alone together.
On this particular day, we were driving through the middle of nowhere Wyoming and stumbled upon this pristine river. The color of the water caught our eyes and after a long day of driving, we opted to take a leg break. I wanted to get out and explore around a bit. He wanted to fish. So, this is us, just being us.
By all accounts it was a small adventure, just a little afternoon doing relatively nothing, but it’s the accumulation of days like this over a lifetime that build a connection. And, in the moments where it can get tough, these are the “easy” days you look back on to find grounding.
When looking back through these images, these thoughts and ramblings of marriage and the importance of “little days” is all I could think about, and I just thought I would share it, and put it out there. For me, at lest, it was a good reminder to keep making sure that as our life gets caught up in the hustle and bustle of things, that we continue to find afternoons like this to enjoy the quiet and calm of simply being together, doing nothing and everything all at the same time.
So, cheers to the little things. To celebrating the small stolen moments together. To putting in the effort and trying to be interested in the things you really aren’t all that interested in like the types of fish in this river. Do I care about these fish? Nope. Never thought about them before or after this day. But, hey, a girl can pretend even if just for a few hours, that these fish are the most important thing in the world, because… well… marriage.
And, as a side note: if you are heading to Wyoming and are even the slightest bit interested in fishing, bring your gear because there are endless lakes and rivers with pristine waters and loads of fish! It really is a fisherman’s paradise. And, if you are like me, just a wife of a fisherman, bring some good books! ;)