Josh and I have had an ongoing putt-putt challenge since the time we started dating. I am embarrassed to say, but he has beaten me EVERY SINGLE time we have played except once. I like to call it "the time." It was on our honey moon. I'll never forget the day. I. beat. Josh. It was an awesome, extremely close game that came down to the last putt. I somehow got a hole-in-one and Josh choked. I won! For some mysterious reason, though, that score card "got lost" somewhere and Josh can't seem to remember it's where-abouts.
Well, we had gone playless for too long. It was a beautiful night with beautiful company and no plans. We have passed the Putt-Putt many time talking with the kids about going when the weather is nice and we don't have plans. I am so happy that night happened for our little family. The kids absolutely LOVED it. Ida danced between holes to the music playing in the speakers while Emerson explored and fed his fascination with the river running through the coarse. Josh and I played, half-seriously because one can't do anything with complete focus around two children, and Josh smashed me. Oh well, it was still fun.