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.
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?