…and the winner is…
by Bella Rum
H played golf yesterday. It rained most of the morning, but it was a charity event hosted by friends of ours, and the club offered no rain date. You play or you play or you… So he played. He had a huge umbrella to attach to the golf cart. Besides that, he’d play in snow if it didn’t cover the course.
He played with my best friend’s grandson. Jacob is nine and has golf skills. This is what I’ve been told. Even though it was wet, they had a blast. They are over the moon for each other. We were there the day he was born, and it was love at first let-me-dip-your-adorable-toes-in-raspberry-sauce-and-lick-it-off sight. He is nine now and approaching that stage in which only the people who loved him from the raspberry sauce stage will be able to tolerate him. We’re in that crowd.
They had a trophy ceremony afterwards. H and Jacob won third place. Not to take anything away from them, but many of the players didn’t show. They were corporate sponsors. They made the donation but didn’t show because of the rain. So Jacob accepted the award and all were happy.
I don’t know if you recall, but Jacob has fishing skills, too.