Thursday, March 22, 2012

stolen date

I love it when I get a text from Chris at 2:30 in the afternoon.

"Golf tomorrow?"

Hell to the yes.

It somehow feels illicit and sexy.
Sneaking off in the middle of the week to spend some time together.

So we arrived just after we dropped Ellie off at school.
It was all dewy and green.
Smelled so good.

We walked the first nine.
Rode the second.

I didn't play all that great.
She's in there.  My former golfer girl.
But she has lain dormant so long, she is rusty.

But that wasn't the idea.
It was 80 degrees.
And the sun was shining
It was just my guy and me.

There may or may not have been a pretty good kiss shared behind a tree on the 15th.

Pretty close to heaven.

And I declare this is the year my golfer girl comes out of retirement.
 I need to remember to keep my stinkin' head down.
And to swing through the ball.
And to never leave another putt short.
For. Real.

1 comment:

C. Beth said...

You guys are just so cute. What a great hobby to share!