Saturday, my daughter and I spent the day at Kingsmill watching the LPGA Michelob Ultra Open. For an aspiring young golfer like my daughter, it couldn’t have been a better day despite  the overcast and somewhat chilly weather. For me, I’d have to rank it as one of my best days, since how often does a dad get to spend the entire day alone and in the company of his teenage daughter?

     My wife has the pleasure of alone time often with our daughter. They shop together. They go to workout together. They go to lunch together. They attend plays together. They even spend time together in each other’s bedrooms laughing and chatting.

     I use to have a special time with my daughter. For years, I had 10-15 minutes alone with her every morning when I drove her to school. Once my son started to drive, I delegated this duty to him. While I was delighted to not have to endure the Collegiate carpool line every morning, I did lament the loss of our time together.

     Now, our time together has been restored; and gratefully increased. Whether it is going to the practice tee, playing a quick nine, or even picking her up from her golf team practice, we once again have that special time together. Thank you, Golf Gods, for blessing me. I promise to quit bitching about my handicap.

     Just promise me one thing, Golf Gods. Make my daughter’s love of the game lasting. When she is grown, married and has children of her own, I’d like to think she’d have time for a round with dear old dad. I’d even settle for nine. 

     Oh, the picture? It’s Paula Creamer. She’s has just signed one of her signature pink Precept for my daughter. How’s that for someone’s first price of golf memorabilia?