We took Harrison to the driving range for the first time on Wednesday night. He was so proud, strutting past the other golfers with his bag on his back & his pink clubs peeking out.
He wanted pink, he said.
I picked out the little furry hedgehog hybrid cover that is small enough to fit his tiny driver. A little present from Momma he can carry when he’s four hours into the course without me.
He looked so small & serious in his Superman shirt. We bought a small bucket of balls but could have gone large because Harry would have kept hitting for hours if we’d let him. Doug is such a patient coach & father & you can tell that they both love the game, being together. It’s their father-son thing & as I waved them goodbye to the range last night, I felt a little lonely even though I knew this day would come.