Some of my favorite childhood memories are of fishing with my Meemaw. She was the epitome of a Southern woman—strong, capable, and the kind who believed you should always bait your own hook.
Now, as a mom, I have the privilege of watching my own children make those same kinds of memories with their dad, especially my daughter. Seeing them together is a gift I don’t take for granted, because I lost my own dad when I was just 10 years old.
It reminds me how precious these everyday moments really are and how they’ll become the memories my children carry with them for the rest of their lives.
