Yes, I'm that weird one who doesn't throw tantrums like "Are you with your fishing rods again?!"😜
On the contrary, I pack your thermos myself, make sure your raincoat is in the trunk, and calmly let you go to the lake at 3 AM.
Because I know: when a man goes out into nature alone (or with the boys), he comes back... different.
Not in a bad way. In a very good way.
His eyes are calm. His voice is lower. His shoulders are straight.
He doesn't whine about work, doesn't scroll through his phone every five minutes, doesn't seek approval☺️
He was simply there where silence speaks louder than words, where the morning smells of fog, not coffee from a vending machine. And when you come back tired, stinking of the river, wet, and with a single palm-sized pike perch...
I still look at you like a hero.
Because it's not about the catch.
It's about your ability to disconnect from the world and return to yourself.
So go, my dear.
I'll wait.
With coffee. With dinner. And with the thought that my real man will soon be back 🔥
Kate❤️