Today is a special day… it is my daughter’s birthday. I thought this was worthy of a little reflection.
She’s 4 today… one of the tallest 4 year olds you are likely to meet. She has a fascination with crocs and alligators and has informed me that she is no longer interested in being a ballerina, but instead, she’d like to do science with dangerous creatures. She’d like to be a herpetologist… and let me head you off at the pass there, that means someone who studies reptiles and amphibians.
She also will no longer wear pants. Dresses only. I accept this, although it makes it tough in colder weather.
She still wants to fish with me and asks me to take her fishing often, although being in San Jose, that is not an easy request to fill. I hope that she stays interested in fishing (and in me) although I know there will be an age (or decade) where that probably won’t be the case.
She has her own rod… a 2 weight and she’s played fish on it already.
I have a hopeful vision of her that goes like this. Fast forward 20 years. In casual conversation she mentions that she is going to go to the Bahamas to go fishing with her dad. Someone asks her how long she’s been fishing and she says “I don’t know, as long as I can remember… it is just something I’ve always done.”