|tiny plants, lichen, etc. grow on the rocks in the Alpine regions of CO|
Women are strong creatures....
We can bear children
We can dry tears
We can carry heavy loads
We're great at multi-tasking
And yet....we're ever so strong
I do have a man in my life, however, who is my rock.
He is solid ground, terra ferma
Recently, he has not been feeling well and he is not one to complain
When he told me he was going to make a doctor's appointment, I knew he really must be hurting.
It's been 4 or more appointments, several different blood tests, an ultrasound, a CT-scan, and now a follow-up appointment to come later this week...
All of this happened during his birthday week and we were going to go away to a little bed and breakfast and we were going to go fishing in the mountain high rivers of northern Colorado.
The fish are hungry this time of year....no bugs about to land upon the water within their grasp...
It's a fun time to fish!
Long story short, plans were cancelled but birthdays come when birthdays come...
The weekend of his birthday was pretty quiet, but he had taken the following Monday off from work because I had asked him to do so....it was party of the secret plan. I coaxed him to go fishing...and our day together was wonderful....the picnic consisted of some crackers and hot tea, but it didn't matter...
|He put on his fishing vest....and we relaxed on the rocks|
|I brought an old quilt to sit upon....|
|Here he surveys the lake...watching all the fish jumping out of the water....||"Catch me, Catch me"|
|It was a good day....he caught 4....I hooked one that got away...|
|Sometimes plants, like this new tree...somehow take hold in the rocks|
|And grow strong...their roots deep into the earth|
|the lake was peaceful, barely anyone was there that Monday|
And even though I didn't get a fish....
I have the best of the best....my ROCK.