After years of summer golf camps and hours of coaching from his dad, and while wearing his Grandpa's golf shoes, the Young Man earned a place on his High School Golf Team.
Every afternoon this week, with golf clubs, golf attire, a sandwich and a drink on board, I picked up the Young Man after school and drove him to the golf course for team try-outs. I played my part of silent chauffeur well, giving him a quiet good luck as he pulled his clubs out of the car. And always got a "Thanks for the ride" in return.
Lots of driving. For both of us.
And that green club cover is one of my first knitting projects- a Father's Day gift more than 30 years ago!