Before I launch into my story, allow me to show you what glee looks like.
First imagine a pick up game of football in the backyard where first touch down wins. Picture five failed attempts to make this touch down. Then, on the first down on the opposing team, picture an interception.
Touch down! And now you know what glee looks like. Seriously, this was so funny. Wesley laughed the entire way down the field which, of course, caused all bystanders and most players to rock away with merriment themselves. Maybe that’s the trick. Make ’em laugh.
Alright. I’ll try to stop staring and chortling at my deliriously happy husband and tell you of my gleeful moment.
First off, golf lessons are coming along splendidly.
Last night was all about irons. Allow me to dutifully recite all we learned: ball position, posture, balance, hands, and swing. I am finally able to cock the club way back and accurately (sometimes) hit the ball. In the past, I’ve just turned around and watched Wes haul off and whack one into next week and I get so jealous and say, ‘I’m going to do that!’. Then I haul off, whack it and get terrible results. So annoying.
But now with all my knowledge, I at least look like I am about to haul off and whack one, even if it doesn’t go into next week. Such an improvement.
So, after an hour and a half of tweaking our swings, the instructor talked a bit about the actual game of golf and how things are silent on the course, with all players watching you as you hit, with the group playing behind you and the group playing in front of you and how all of that is nervy and generally makes you perform poorly.
She then had us all group to one side and each of us took our turn swinging at one ball while the rest of us coolly observed them.
I don’t know if this was nerve racking to some or not. But we all know that I adore an audience. Chuckle. So, when it was my turn, I strode up to the mat, got into postion, tried to look like I knew what I was doing and took an absolutely terrible practice swing. If I’d been playing on grass there’d been a serious hole.
I bit off some smart remark because this is, after all, a very distinguished sport and confidently lined up for the real deal. I hauled off and whacked it. And man, was it pretty. Soared straight and true and high and far and pure and lovely through the air. I really sort of tried to just kind of nod my head in self congratulations but couldn’t stop the ear to ear grin that spread across my face and the ‘heh heh’ that slipped from my mouth. Especially when I saw the instructor’s and Wesley’s face. My exuberance slid up a few more notches.
And for the rest of the evening, I would burst into delighted chuckles thinking back with great fondness on that last swing.
True glee right there my friends.