It’s a picturesque Friday afternoon in mid-September. I am supposed to play golf with friends immediately after work and then join my wife and daughter for dinner at a restaurant of her choice following the round.
Elysha has been at home alone all day with our daughter and can’t wait to get out of the house.
What I thought would be a 3:45 PM tee time turns into a 4:20 PM tee time, setting our round back considerably. As I round the bend and approach the third hole, I see that there are two groups backed up and still waiting to tee off.
I’ve never seen this course play so slowly.
As I wait under the shade of a maple tree, I realize that there is no way I am going to make it to dinner with my wife and daughter.
At this rate, I might be playing the last couple holes in the dark.
I decide that I should walk off the course so I can keep my dinner date with my wife and daughter.
I text her the news.
Her reply:
Finish the round. Try to make the most of it. It’s gorgeous out. You’re with your best friends. Relax and have fun. We can have dinner another time.
I know. It’s unbelievable.
Here is my advice to anyone thinking about getting married.
If you think you have found Mr. or Mrs. Right, ask yourself this:
Had you been standing at the third hole that day, offering to walk off the course and head home, would your future spouse have sent you a text like the one I received?
If the answer is no, cancel the wedding and keep looking.
Every time I show this text to someone, I am told how incredibly lucky I am to have Elysha for my wife.
A couple of people have read the text and actually stared at me in disbelief.
One person sighed the sigh of someone longing for a better in life.
I know how lucky I am. I know very few few women as supportive of their husbands as Elysha, and I know even fewer husbands as equally supportive of their wives.
It is true. I am incredible lucky.
But doesn’t everyone deserve to be as lucky as me?
