It Doesn't Get Any Better
I have the best dad in the world, he took me out to play when I was 8 or 9, and we have been golfing together ever since. We did have a little rough patch when I was a temperamental teenager, but we won’t talk about that now… Dad was a terrific coach, who taught me the fundamentals, and filled me with confidence as I grew as a girl and as a golfer. Some of my fondest memories as a kid were playing golf with my dad at Fountain Valley Golf Course in Farmington.
Three weeks ago, he introduced my 9 year old daughter, Danee, to the game, and took her out to play a par 3 course in St. Paul. With a pro as a mom, my daughter isn’t entirely a novice, but in years past she never had the interest to last more than 3 or 4 holes. When they returned home later that afternoon, both flushed with excitement from their great time on the course, I heard pride in Grandpa’s voice as he told me how well she did while Danee basked in his praise.
Last week I teed up with them and we had the most enjoyable round of golf I have ever played. What a unique perspective to be able to watch my dad coach her around the course—so patient and encouraging. As I watched my dad and daughter play that afternoon I felt strange, as if I were back in time somehow…what a gift. It really doesn’t get any better than this!
--Dee Forsberg


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