That Was a Bloody Good Shot Butch!

Today was Butch's day! I asked him to make sure that he packed his golf clubs for our Where's Waldo ... I mean ... Where's Sharon trip. I wanted to make sure that he did something that HE enjoys on our secret get-away. He's been through too much the last 3 weeks. He needed some "Butch Time". Before we pulled out of our driveway yesterday morning at 3:30 a.m., I asked for him to show me his golf clubs in the trunk. I know my Butch. He wouldn't want to take away from the time that I had on the beach or time away from being together to play golf. BUT I wanted him to! Yes, they were in there!

This morning, we said goodbye to the beach and our incredible room and headed to the golf course. What a beautiful day. The wind was blowing in a cool breeze and the sun was shining. It was the perfect day for a round of golf or in my case, a perfect day for being chauffeured around in a golf cart while drinking a Wild Berry Smoothie!

I want to remind everyone that I took a golf course when I was a freshman at Longwood College. Now, I must admit that I may have not been as honest as I should have been when I documented my score, but none-the-less, I know about golf. Not only am I a Stonewall Jackson High School golf player's wife, I am Bradley's mom ... a Central High School top golf player. We went all over with Bradley when he was on a traveling golf team. The boys had their share of putt putt when they were little. Butch showed them the spot at Johnny Appleseed putt putt golf range where they were to hit for a perfect hole in one. Gregory participated in Hook a Kid On Golf one summer too.

                            Here are some memory photos of golf in years past......

 

Bradley and Gregory playing putt putt golf

Gregory, Bradley and my brother Danny when they played golf in Virginia Beach

 

                                       Gregory at Hook a Kid On Golf Camp
                           Bradley in a tournament when he was on the traveling golf team


Today, the golf course was quite the happen' spot so when Butch went to tee off, he suggested to the starter that he begin on the back 9. It was just the two of us. We were able to giggle, laugh, smile and enjoy the sunshine. We were able to try and forget about the "thing" that has drastically changed our lives.

On one of the holes, Butch strategically positioned the golf cart behind a tree so that if a ball came off the driving range in the wrong direction, I would be protected. Now let me ask you ladies, do I have the Most Wonderful Husband in the World or what?

Then the front 9. It was still rather crowded so the starter put Butch with a group of 3 other players. Although the first 9 holes that Butch played was special time with just the two of us, it was the cherry on top of the cake for him to play the last 9 with other golfers. But these gentlemen weren't just "other golfers". They were military guys and to be quite honest, there isn't anyone that Butch admires more than men and women that defend our country. Nigel was from the Royal Air Force. He had the most awesome accent! I actually wrote down some of his phrases so that I wouldn't forget them. When Butch hit a good shot, Nigel said, "That was a bloody good shot Butch!" (Can you hear him with the accent?) Danny and Dave were from the Navy. What an honor for Butch to play 9 holes of golf with men (boys in my eyes because they were all close to Bradley's age) who serve our country. What an honor for Butch to have a memory of such a special weekend that included time with these guys.

Whenever I hear the word Navy, my chest is filled with pride because my dad absolutely LOVED his time in the Navy.

Henry J. Lafferty, Navy

Whenever Butch hears the word "military", he thinks about his childhood when his dad was in the Army. Butch was born in Fort Bragg, N.C. and spent time in Fort Seal, Oklahoma.

                                                        Isaac E. Funk, Sr., Army


It was a beautiful day on Red Wing Golf Course! Butch and I had a "Bloody Good Time!"