
Friday Morning I coerced Matt and Andrew to take me golfing. The early morning was beautiful as you can see by Matt's rare form.

Andrew had previously read about golf and said he loved the experience. We were worried that perhaps it would just be a four letter word for him.

Maybe soon we will get to the point were we carry the bags around the course.

The eighteenth Hole at Bountiful Ridge.

We missed Joel who had been using his surgeon's hands to heal the sick and maimed all night. He was still at work when we started at 6:00 a.m.
1 comment:
Where did that belly come from? Pull down that shirt when you swing, matt.
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