The father was a fisherman…the weekend could never come too soon.
He loved to drive up to the lake and fish under the moon.
The son was not interested in catching fish…
still…his weekend could never come too soon
when he accompanied his father up to the lake
he couldn’t wait to catch the moon.
The father often wished a fisherman his son would one day make
but the son seemed much more interested in catching the moon reflected in the lake.
One day instead of handing his son a fishing pole on a quiet moment afloat…
the father filled a bucket with water and set it in the boat.
“Keep your eyes on the water in the bucket.” The father said.
“I’ll row around and soon…
let me know the exact moment when you have caught the moon.”
The son was so excited having captured the moon…as it shimmered in his palm…
He smiled as he asked…”Dad, can we take it home to Mom?”
“The moon is not meant to be captured for long.” His father was quick to say.
“But do not fret, when we get home…I’ll show you another way.”
When they returned home from the lake…they shared with Mom the good news
And then…
the father refilled the bucket and said, “Let’s all go catch the moon again.”
The father knew a lot of tricks…he’d been teaching his son since he was small
but that night he taught his son, perhaps, the greatest trick of all.
He showed his son a father’s love is something that can never come too soon…
the night they filled their bucket with water…and went fishing for the moon.”
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