Oh dear God, please give me strength to endure the next few hours and please hurry the time like never before. I believe this was the beginning of the prayer I uttered an hour into our four hour fishing trip on the Atlantic Ocean.
I have to tell you, with the exception of child birth those four hours were the hardest physical hours I have encountered in my 34 years of life. I'm sure after I write this someone will come back and say...what about the time, well, for what I can recall in my short lived life, this was pretty bad.
Two miserable kids (one refusing to uncover her head and the other with his head stuck in a bucket) and a mom that could barely help due to her own excessive vomiting. I don't know what I would have done without the help of my mom, thank god she was present. Without her we might not have survived.
At one point Scott looked at me with a sad face and said, "I guess this puts the kibosh on my boat plans". Oh boy does it ever! Any boat in the future of this family is heading straight for the sand bar. No more deep seas, atleast for while.
Our faces say it all.
Four hours ... one position!
Jack was loving the boat until we were miles out. He wanted to be fishing but just couldn't do it. Poor baby, we all wanted to love it.
The water was very choppy and the fishing wasn't going so well.
She finally uncovers. Only once before this photo was taken was Ella uncovered and that was only to find the restroom. When entering the inlet we were able to talk her out of the blanket.
I couldn't stay in the interior of the boat. The fresh open air was so nice.
The shore is in sight. I was wishing I was laying on this beach. I heard this is one of Arnold and Maria's residences.
Park this baby!
The dock...what a wonderful place to be
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