(The following is an entry that has been preposted. While Mr. Marvelous and I are vacationing in Costa Rica, I'll be backposting here at 4under3. See you next week.)
It all started when Luke found the sports bin in the rear of the garage early this summer.
With a treasure hunting expression on his face, he lifted the lid, and began pulling softballs, baseballs, gloves and a bat across the garage. Then comes the frisbees, ball pump, whiffle balls, basketballs and a soccer ball.
But the greatest treasure uncovered on that Pursuit for Sports Happiness Day was two rackets and tube of tennis balls.
Mr. Marvelous and I bought these prized pieces in our younger years. We thought we'd possibly become avid tennis players.
In Luke's attempt to operate the racket and ball, and before I stepped in to teach him about his new find, he would lay the ball on the concrete driveway and wack at it hoping for a connection. Many times he would miss and scrape the edge of the racket along the ground, but as he got better he would send it sailing and truly enjoyed seeing the ball spin away.
After Mr. Marvelous realized how partial Luke had become to the racket and ball, he decided it was time to enlighten his son of the true game of all games. Here he is trying out his new set of mini Titanium clubs.
Watch out Tiger. This dude now frequents the driving range with his daddy. He's about ready to take you on.
They've found their Saturday morning sanctuary.
What a fabulously fair-way of spending time together.