Three Times Over

Ever since I was a kid, I've loved miniature golfing. Now our kids love it, too. So, first night of staycation, off we went for free ice cream at Baskin Robbins courtesy of the library's summer reading program.

(Each June we head over to our local branch and sign up for the theme that year. As the kids (all 3 this year) read, read, read for 2 months, they earn goodies including coupons for freebies like an ice cream cone or kids meals. Fellow Springsians...check it out next summer!)

Then we headed over to Craig's old neighborhood to play a round at the course still standing from his childhood - a Springs locals' fave called Hitz - where, for a paltry two bucks, you can stroke out 18 holes.

Here are some of the night's highlights....

                                          Gracie lining up her par 2.

I know, I know: weird picture, right? But I took it because I liked the
idea that we were all looking at the same picture, that we were sharing
the same moment as a family.

 
Judd was shooting pool, not putting golf.

At the giraffe...with a too short neck and a too long body, as Grace pointed out. Still, it's a landmark, ya know?

There was an ox on the course!!!!

Daddy kept score and tallied us up...

                                          and Grace took this shot while we waited.                               

Not bad for a couple of thirty-somethings still madly in love, right?

And without that love and this guy, this shot would never be possible.

Nor would this one.

Or this one.

Or this one...our rock star's reaction to his hole-in-one. 

For the mere cost of $12.92, these were the memories we made of a simple night spent together. Yet, it was about more than mini-golf or ice cream: it was about being reminded that I live what I love. And that kind of love breeds legacy.

And legacy is a beautiful, beautiful, thing - three times over.