When the Golfer finally made it home after the tournament, it was finally time for us to celebrate as a family.
Finally seeing the trophy helped to make it real for the boys. I’m still not sure if they really get it. To them, Daddy just won another tournament. No biggie.
After coming inside to see the celebration that me and the boys had planned (streamers, balloons, homemade cards, champagne, and milkshakes) the Golfer casually sat the trophy on the kitchen island and went out to the backyard to play with his boys. I got all choked up as I realized that I was making dinner around a national championship trophy. That certainly doesn’t happen everyday. But it sure is something that I could get used to.