Moments

This past weekend I got a chance to finally try my hand at Golf (ok for the third time ever), and the only I could manage to reduce my score was to take shots (one stroke off) or drink beer (half a stroke for each). I needed as much help as possible considering I missed the ball on my first try most of the time or manage to almost hit my teammates twice! Meanwhile my Zyan celebrated his first Raksha Badhan with his 7 sisters, and a part of my felt left out and jealous, but I also felt immense gratitude to my wife graciously agreeing to take him there while I did this boys thing.

The crazy part is that these are my old friends from my old Crossfit gym, and its become crystal clear to me that they will be in my life for a long time to come. Who knew that in so much pain, a deep friendship can grow just from miserable shared experiences of picking up heavy weights or doing cardio that makes you want to throw up?

The weekend provided me a moment to talk shit, act silly, laugh at dumb jokes and be glad to share drinks with crazy guys who I am proud to call great friends. It makes it even better that my wife sees in them what I do, good hearted people who truly care for their friends, and also love to hang out with each other.

Coming home exhausted, and swearing I am never going to golf again (until next time), I also could not help feeling grateful to my wife for ensuring I could have days like this, who did it all without without complaint, who makes taking care of Zyan look easy, and I felt full of love for these moments around me.

Happy Monday!