In May of 1999, I went for my first golf lesson at my dad's country club. I wasn't thrilled and I wasn't interested in golf. I went because I was working for my dad, and golf was an important part of his industry. It's where "business was done."
I walked into the pro-shop, saw the golf pro and suddenly golf was my favorite thing in the world. And after $300 in lessons, I scored my first date.
Fourteen years ago today, I married him. And he helped me pick moths out of my giant tulle princess dress during our picture session. We should have taken that as a warning of all the crazy shit we would have to navigate. It's been a wild ride.