We decided to take the girls to the driving range for FHE. It was warm and a little buggy, but we were all having a nice time. While one girl had her turn at the tee with dad, two others sat on overturned buckets and watched or played games on Kim's phone, and Kate sat happily in her stroller enjoying a cool bottle of diluted Gatorade.
As we reached the bottom of our bucket of balls, a gray-haired gentleman poked his head into our stall. "I just have to tell you, from where I was standing over there," he pointed over his shoulder to a nearby window," this is a beautiful, little scene." As I thanked him, he rapped his knuckles twice on the doorway, nodded and walked away.
Sometimes it's nice to be reminded.
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