Every year on our anniversary the Masters in on TV. I didn't even know what the Masters was until the day after my wedding and my husband so romantically asked, "would you mind if I watched some of the tournament today?" Now... there is no going back.
Sometimes Easter squeezes into that weekend too, but regardless of the other activities we try to make it a priority for dad to, at least, catch the end on Sunday. In his dream, bachelor world he would sit in front of the TV from Thursday to Sunday.
The boys love to watch too, but they really want to play. So afterwards we headed out for our own family tournament. These boys are serious about the game! The rules are tweaked a bit. Best ball means dad showed the boys how to chip the balls into the wheelbarrow, how to aim for the tree, how to hit mom... ummm, don't even think about it.
I pray they will turn out to be quite the companions for their dad as they get older. That they will learn great manners and etiquette from the game, that they will love spending time with their dad, and that they will use their gifts for the kingdom. But... for right now, I am enjoying them hitting the five star course that is right behind the house.
Bartlett Masters
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So cute!! What a handsome threesome! I still think they need wiffle balls!!! Mom and nana B.
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