my dad is a fisherman through and through. i have so many childhood memories of fishing with him, or him going fishing, or him tying fishing flys on the dining room table.
this past 4th of july, he took olive fishing for the first time, and it was undoubtedly one of the sweetest moments i've witnessed as a mother.
he was so patient with her and she loved it, plus she caught 6, count them 6 fish!
there is a little place in my heart that is just for my dad and it was so sweet to see him passing this frederiksen tradition down to my baby girl. i think there might be a little big place in her heart for papa as well.
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