Making Lemonade

Luckily, the fireworks in the previous post happened to be taking place at a GOLF COURSE. It was hard to be angry when Brian was so elated. He spent over 2 hours doing what he loves most. What more could a boy want?
We all had a blast watching him. Everyone nearby did too. We get comments all the time about his golfing and this night was no exception. "Hey he's got a nice back swing!" "Wow, he really follows through." "He's gonna be the next ____________" (fill in the blank with some pro golfer). We even had one guy say, "Oh, wow, someone's been here before. You came prepared." I answered, "Actually, we're from Kentucky, he just likes golf so much, we take the clubs wherever we go." LOL!

So, even thought I was bummed, and it wasn't the night we were expecting, we made lemonade. Because that's what you do when life gives you lemons. Or in this case, golf balls.

What does one do, when it gets to dark to golf? Play in the sand trap, of course!