I miss Saturdays with nothing to do but spending time playing in the river . . .
. . . or lounging on a blanket reading books
. . . or sitting in the warm sun waiting for the fish to bite
. . . or even taking a chill floating in a tube.
I miss Saturdays spent with best friends . . .
. . . and stolen moments
. . . and perfect afternoons kayaking down the river.
I miss the lazy days of summer . . .
. . . especially when the fish decide to bite
. . . and the look on his face . . . priceless!
