Would You Hand Her Your Driver?

I’m not a golfer. But I’m married to one.

We’re also the proud parents of an energetic, climbing, ninja warrior of a two-year-old who believes bedtime is optional and gravity is a challenge. So yeah... life is a little wild right now.

One night, after a long day of toddler-wrangling and trying to find space in our new apartment (spoiler: there wasn’t any), we finally got the toddler to bed. Exhausted and frayed, we stepped onto the porch to watch the sunset. I was hoping for peaceful chats, hand holding, maybe a hug after the exhaustion. My husband, walked out with his brand new driver. It had been delivered earlier that afternoon.

“I can’t wait to golf soon,” he said, admiring it like it was a newborn.

And I snapped.

“Oh, I bet you can’t. Four hours of silence… outside” Looking over toward some attempt at a tree line separating us from a plaza of stores.

I sighed. “Sorry. I’m just tired.”

He didn’t flinch. “I understand,” he said gently.

And that’s when I looked at him, and asked if I could see the driver. He handed it to me. I do enjoy playing golf, but the idea of finding four hours anywhere... just not possible, or maybe it could be. This was a nice driver, and I would be excited to try it out too, and then I smiled.

“You know how you know you’re ready to marry a woman?” I said. “If you’d hand her your brand new driver during an argument… and trust she won’t break it.”

He smiled. And somewhere between my sass and his patience, we had a moment of clarity.

That’s when this blog idea was born.

Because marriage, like golf, is frustrating. It’s beautiful. It demands patience, forgiveness, and a good sense of humor. And it’s always better with snacks.

Some days I’ll share the deep stuff, shall we say, the “back nine” of the heart. Other days, it’ll just be stories from the rough. But it’ll always be honest, always grounded in love, and always with a little wink toward the game that brought us this metaphor.

Welcome to FORE Ever After. We’re glad you’re here.