On Sunday September 21st, my family and I played what has become a weekly or bi weekly tradition, two versus two scramble with our oldest daughter as the score keeper. When we got to number nine at Hyperion Field Club in Johnston, Iowa, the sun was directly in our eyes. It was 147 yards, and I grabbed my pitching wedge. As soon as I hit it, I lost sight of the ball in the sun but my youngest son said, "Dad, we are going to be putting for sure". Then my wife said "babe you might have a tap in for birdie". My youngest son yelled "dad, it just rolled in the cup". I rolled my eyes at him since he is known to be a bit of story teller and heading down to the green. When we couldn't see the ball, I walked along the bunker while instructing my two boys to go check the cup just in case. I immediately hear a scream, "Dad, your ball is in here, I told you it went in!"

It was an amazing feeling but even more incredible to share it with my whole family.