I was out fishing one day and found a small red and white plastic fishing bobber.
I put it in my shirt pocket, went back to fishing, and forgot about it.
When I got back home, our 5-year-old granddaughter was over visiting grandma. I got down on my knees.
She came running and jumped in my arms to give me a Papa hug. She is our only granddaughter. Those hugs are special to me.
When she did that, she felt the fishing bobber in my pocket and wanted to know what it was.
I took it out, showed it to her, and told her what it was. She liked it. I told her she could have it. She was excited about that.
“We ought to get you a tackle box to put that in,” I said.
