sat . Freezing Temps. 4:30 AM. And a Duck Hunting Mission Powered by Pure Determination.

While most of the world was still wrapped in warm blankets, lost in peaceful dreams, a different kind of morning was unfolding outside our door.

It was 4:30 AM.
The temperature? Absolutely brutal.
The sky? Pitch black.
The mission? Duck hunting — and nothing was going to stop it.

Bundled in what can only be described as 47 layers of clothing, Will, Brock, and Jason marched out like winter warriors, breath turning to mist in the icy air. No complaints. No hesitation. Just excitement, laughter, and the thrill of the hunt ahead.

And then… there was me.

Barefoot.
Half-awake.
Hair a disaster.
Standing outside in the freezing darkness like a frozen statue — all for one single mission:

📸 Get the picture.

Toes numb. Hands shaking. Questioning every life choice that led me to this moment. If dedication had a face, it was me — freezing to death for a duck-hunting photo shoot.

The ducks better appreciate this sacrifice. Truly. 😅🦆❄️

But in that icy moment, watching Will step forward — strong, smiling, unstoppable — suddenly the cold didn’t matter. This wasn’t just about hunting. It was about life. About joy. About refusing to let anything — not illness, not fear, not freezing temperatures — steal the things that make the heart feel alive.

So yes, the morning was cold.
Yes, I nearly lost a toe.
But seeing Will out there, doing what he loves?

Worth it. Every. Single. Second.

Here’s to frozen mornings, crazy dedication, and a boy who continues to show us what true strength looks like. 💙🦆✨