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We were in the process of moving, packing endlessly! I had finished the kids' rooms and most of the pantry and kitchen. Next was my domain!
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I entered with a sigh as there were so many years of treasures in my
closet…papers, albums, letters, cards, photographs, etc. I was
determined not to carry all my possessions to our new home. But as I
looked at each item, they all had a memory too precious to throw away.
So almost everything went into my box of treasures…again!
And then I found one of my favorite treasures--a golf ball. I smiled to myself as memories associated with that ball came to mind.
It was the annual workshop for my work, and we were taken to the country. We were given the luxury of having one whole day to ourselves with no seminars or workshops.
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I followed the majority of the group that decided to go play golf. I did not hesitate much as there was a coworker who was paying a lot of attention to me lately and I was attracted to him like a magnet. My coworkers teased me and I felt like I was back in high school.
The golf course was beautiful and there were plenty of us who chose to just watch since we didn't know how to play. While most were enjoying the scenery, my eyes were fixed on just one person. He had style and played so well, or so I thought - I did not understand a thing about the game! I felt giddy when every now and then he rewarded me with a glance in my direction.
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As we were heading back at the end of the round, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Guess who! He had a very mischievous look and asked me to close my eyes. I did and he placed something on my hand. I felt his warm fingers touch mine and shivers ran through me. He held my hand tight and whispered, “This will be our first memento,” and then he kissed me on the cheek. I could feel blood rush all over and I opened my eyes to realize that we were completely alone. The rest of the group had vanished back toward the clubhouse.
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We walked together in silence as I glanced at the object in my hand--a golf ball!
Years later, packing for the move, I had no doubt to save that ball. As I put it in the box, my husband called from the other room, “Honey, are you done there?” I realized that we are moving to the country the next day, not far from that golf course where he handed me our first memento.
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