My father and I love the game of golf. Any time we get together, we do everything we can to make sure we play at least one round. We've played in the cold, in a downpour. Short of a hurricane, we are out there! Today dad and I played under beautiful skies, in what will probably be our last round together for a while. I am so thankful for these times I can have with my dad. My father learned the game from his father, and I have very fond memories of playing with them both when I was younger. I am blessed to have a dad who loves the Lord, and I will always cherish these moments together out on the golf course.